Novel & Cerita When They Needed Him Most He Vanished

I didn’t even know how to explain what I’d seen, how a man had vanished in front of me like it was nothing. So I just said, “I ran into someone.” Orion frowned. “Define ‘someone.’” I looked at the fire instead of him. “He knew my name.” That got his full attention. “What?” His tone dropped, the playfulness gone now. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “He said it like he’d been waiting for me. Then he…” I stopped myself, realizing how insane it would sound. “....he disappeared. Right in front of me like he was the wind.”

Disappearing without a trace was not something that happened to him. Which meant one of two things. Either he had a heads up or another attack or he had chosen to vanish. Neither sat well even if it should. “Who was on him?” Andre asked. “Three of our best trackers.” “And they lost him?” he asked again. The man did not answer immediately. “…Yes.” That single word was enough to darken the room. Andre turned then, fully this time, his attention no longer divided. Whatever remnants of the earlier confrontation remained were gone now, buried beneath something far more dangerous.

Weeks went by, then he returned with a heavy expression. “I’m sorry,” he said, those two words I hate. “Nobody,” he continued. “No trail. No sightings. No trace.” “That’s not possible,” I snapped, my voice rising without warning. “People don’t just vanish,” I insisted. He didn’t look surprised. “Sometimes they do,” he said quietly. “No,” I repeated, voice trembling. “Yes,” he said. “I’ve seen it before.” I stared at him, refusing to believe him. Because believing means Shen is gone. No. No.

It was like a hole had been created in my heart and that could be only filled again by her. "No, he won't answer any call or message. Your father didn't even leave a trace of where he had gone to." I sighed while slowly attaching my back to the pillow as the friend of mine helped me with this. "Why would he disappear when we needed him? He was acting all caring in front of Alyssa and now he couldn't be found anywhere." I shook my head, how he could be like this? He was surely the devil, not thinking about anyone else other than him.

Then another memory resurfaced, the moment they had vanished in front of me like ghosts. I turned back to him sharply. “You disappeared that last time,” I said. He blinked. “What?” “You and the others,” I insisted. “You disappeared that day right in front of me.” He laughed nervously. “You must have seen it wrongly.” I shook my head. “I don’t see it wrong. You vanished. I watched it happen.” He sighed like he was tired of the conversation. “We didn’t disappear.” “Then what did you do?” I demanded.

My misfortune was that time was my worst enemy at that moment. Until now I wanted to know what happened to him, but now I had the chance to see him. Also, he was the only one who could help me. Oh, my God! It was total chaos in my mind. I had so many questions that needed to be answered. I was afraid to get them. Finding out why he disappeared wasn't something I was ready for. Or why he wasn’t by my side to wipe my tears when I hit myself, or whether he loved me....

I ask quietly, “can two people be in the wind for two years. We have every resource and yet they elude us. How ?” Niall remains silent. He is just as bewildered as I am. “How,” I repeat, louder now, “does a grown man with known medical history and a woman with no survival training disappear completely?” Still nothing. My hand tightens around the crystal paperweight on my desk. A gift from Father. Heavy. Sharp-edged. Useless. I hurl it against the wall. It shatters violently, fragments scattering across the hardwood. Niall doesn’t flinch. “They didn’t vanish into air,” I snap. “They had help.”

And maybe, if I was being honest with myself, I deserved him, too. Maybe I was still angry at Casper for disappearing when I needed him most. Maybe a part of me hadn’t forgiven him for choosing silence when I was unraveling. But the truth sat heavier than my pride ever could: I still needed him. My best friend. The one person who had known me before the scam, before the ambition, before BARBOOM became both my greatest achievement and my most spectacular failure.

It made me sick to my stomach. But that was the last known footage of them. After that, he disappeared. Vanished into thin air. I had stripped him of his title after he betrayed me and tried to challenge the laws of our country. He wasn’t an Alpha anymore, and the moment I demoted him, he vanished completely. No one knew where he lived. No one knew which lands he had run to. He had erased every trace of himself. Coward. Traitor. I stormed toward the door, yanked it open, and barked, “**Mark!”

“You don’t pray when I vanish. That’s rare.” “Neither gods nor ghosts answer anymore.” That grin faltered. Just a little. Enough to show something behind it wasn’t so pretty. He leaned forward. His body didn’t make a sound—no creak, no shift of leather. Like he was made of fog. “You know what happens to rare things in the dark?” I stared up at him. “They disappear.” Then he was gone. Just like that. No footsteps. No flash. Just… gone. But the chill stayed.