When They Needed Him Most He Vanished Novels & Stories

I said screaming as tears kept flowing out of my eyes ferociously. I saw him slowly disappear as my parents did, The sand being snatched by the wind. I backed away as I saw him vanish and soon there was nothing. I screamed at the fuckin sky, everything was vanishing and soon the world around me started to vanish, the same way Xavier, Mom and dad did, I was left in a black void. I looked in the distance and saw a silhouette of a man, he looked like he was in the army or something. He was dressed in all black and kinda looked like someone I knew.

The road to this moment was a rollercoaster, marked by a five-year gap brimming with unanswered questions and untold tales. As he spilled the beans about his absence, each revelation brought a fresh wave of understanding. Throughout those years, he faced challenges that pushed the boundaries of his determination. The reasons behind his vanishing act were as intricate as the mix of emotions now flooding them. This wasn't just a disappearance; he grappled with his own demons, persuaded her father to orchestrate a reunion, weathered a downfall that left him with nothing, only to bounce back and rediscover the way leading back to her.

"But that wasn't true." "No," she finally looks me in the eye. "He was terrified. Terrified of losing his son. Afraid of what loving Lena's child would entail. So, he buried himself in duty and let her vanish. When Elena used you as a pawn, he didn’t resist. He merely... disappeared." I struggle to visualize it—a man so devastated by loss that he walked away from it all: his pack, his granddaughter, the truth. "Did he ever try to find me?"

Didn’t know how to find him. Didn’t know what he was going to do. All she knew was The moment she finally chose him He disappeared.

He flinched as if I had struck him, his massive form trembling as he fought the urge to lunge at me—or to run forever. He didn’t stay. With a final, soul-shattering howl that drowned out the thunder, he turned and vanished into the black waves of the Mediterranean. He was gone. And I was alone in the ruins of our home, with a virus in my blood and an empire of shadows closing in.

After abandoning me and not even letting me know whether he got to see any money to assist me or not, even when I needed him the most, he wasn’t there for me, he just vanished without even at least saying a goodbye. After Jack and my friend betrayed me, I had resolved in my heart never to have anything to do with Jack anymore, but each time I got to talk to him, I usually feel like that feeling is rekindled over again, I would have given him a chance in my life if he hadn’t abandoned me when I needed him the most.

“Explain. . . “ A faint sound came from the man's exhale over the line. “There have been no significant scandals or notable incidents, and she has always been private. Her life appeared to be typical. However it's strange that she vanished for a few years following graduation. It seemed as though she was trying to hide from someone or something.” Howard processed this by tapping his fingers on the desk. His mind was like a machine dissecting potential outcomes and looking for trends. The disappearances were not random. People only disappeared when they had to flee from something or someone.

I repeated, tilting my head. His hands trembled. “We—we found traces of his existence. Witnesses who claim Zara had a son. But the boy vanished. It’s as if he never existed.” I drummed my fingers against the table, my nails digging into the wood. Vanished. Like magic. Someone was protecting him. Someone knew that if I found him, I would use him against her. I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Find out who took him.” The spy hesitated. “We’ve exhausted all—”

We could not take a chance. It was frustrating not knowing where he was. It felt like he'd disappeared like a ghost, which was impossible. Nobody could delete themselves from the earth unless they were dead which I knew he wasn't. He was licking his wounds somewhere, giving himself time to heal before he emerged again. He and his accomplice Steven Crowley.

Marcus's voice was flat but something underneath it wasn't, something underneath it was shaking. "Gone where?" "I don't know." "She was right here Marcus, she was standing right" "I know." His eyes met mine and what I saw there stopped me, not just worry, something deeper, something that looked like he was already calculating how bad this was and the answer wasn't good. "Daniel is still missing." I swallowed hard. "Arthur?" "Vanished." Of course he did, Arthur appeared and disappeared like smoke, like someone who had spent decades making sure he was never exactly where anyone expected him to be.