When They Needed Him Most He Vanished Novels & Stories

Incomplete. “He never came back,” I said softly. The realization settled slowly. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Not once. Not a word. Not a sign. Nothing. Not like the others. Not even like Lucian. Julian had simply… Vanished. And somehow— I had let that slip past me. “How is that possible?” I murmured. Six men. Six ties. Six stories. But one— One that had never truly unfolded. My heart began to beat faster. “Could he be the one?” I whispered.

I looked at him, “For what?” “For everything,” he said, his voice carrying a weight I had never heard before. He lowered his eyes, “After they came for you at the docks…” His fingers curled into fists, “I should have stayed.” “You could not,” I replied “I should have found you before Kane did,” Lucas said. “Lucas…” I called out. He let out a bitter laugh, “Instead, I disappeared when you needed me most.” “That was not your fault,” I said. He shook his head.

Workers mortared the broken stone pillars in the courtyard back together, their hammers ringing out from dawn until dusk. Regular students walked to the dining hall with their heavy leather books tucked under their arms, gossiping about the battle as if it had been some kind of entertainment. And Kaelen... Kaelen had vanished. He'd disappeared into thin air the second the dust settled. The guards couldn't find a single trace of him, as if he'd simply dissolved into the forest borders. Part of me wondered if we'd ever see him again, or if he was out there somewhere, plotting his next move.

“It was like he just vanished. No one seemed to know where he went. It seemed like he relocated without telling anybody.” My chest tightened as I stared at him. The only connection to my past had been my foster father. Why would he just disappear without giving a clue? “The worst part is that when I noticed that the rogues were beginning to reduce, I tried to capture some of them so that we could question them, but all of them disappeared. Right in front of my eyes.” Fred said, frustration laced in his voice. “Just like that?” I asked, horrified. “Yes,” Fred said, shaking his head. “Like they were never there. The fact that they were able to use magic is what keeps amazing me. Someone with p

My heart clenched at the thought of him being alone at this moment. "Each year, this night and the day after is very tough for him, Miss. He…lost his entire family at once. I have seen him getting completely lost into his darkness when the day arrives." His eyes went into the distance before meeting my gaze again. "He disappears for some time during this time of the year. But he didn't this time. So I thought he would be here with you and you would take care of him. But… now he is gone again." A tear slipped my eye as I averted my gaze. He took care of me even when I didn't even need it, and I refused to see him when he needed me the most.

The fact that I didn't overhear any of their conversation but only their departure scared me the most. Trembling, I grabbed a thin pair of pajamas with a moon motif because that was the first thing that caught my attention, didn't think twice about putting it on, and raced out of the room. If Morgan was accompanied by numerous servants, how could he vanish? The sky was still high, the sun was still cruel, and there were undoubtedly numerous soldiers at each end of the territory's borders, so he couldn't just disappear without a trace. "Are you stupid? How did you miss a kid? You're all fucking dumb!"

He just vanished and never looked back. “What happened? Dad are you okay?” my free hand rested on my heart which was thumping so loudly I was afraid he might hear it over the phone. “No Vivi. I need your help,” He needed my help. What could I possibly help him over? “I’m stuck in a problem Vivi. I messed with the wrong people and now I owe them a lot of money and if don’t give it to them they’ll kill me.” And now I heard a crack in his voice. He was crying.

He ran a hand through his hair, which was a little long, dark, touched with distinguished gray at the temples. “When I was a child one of my friends disappeared. Everyone looked for him. I mean everyone. The police, of course. The National Guard. The Coast Guard. His parents hired fleets of private detectives. He was never found.” He looked deep in my eyes, willing me to understand. “His parents never recovered. His mother died of an overdose, and his father sold out his shares and disappeared. The company foundered and went bankrupt soon afterwards.” He sighed deeply at the tragedy of it all.

Her eyes were telling him to understand her, to see why she had to do that and as much as he wanted to, he just couldn't. She left when he needed her the most. That was all he could think about. That was how he recalled the past. He just lost his parents, he just discovered that someone he always trusted was just a lion waiting to pounce on his entire family, and then he had to lose his best friend. He needed her by his side. She was the only one that he could talk to. They spent nights together, sometimes talking about just anything and other times they just stayed in silence and he loved every bit of it.

Big questions with small answers; I never had them just speculating when he was around I should be too, when he served dinner I would come to have it with him too; when he performed I would be there, front row, to watch him, cheered him up, praising him and assure him I will be in the exact same place his next performance. But now all these seem so far away, so untouchable, he feels gone, out of my life. And that was because I still don’t know what the hell happened that he vanished. I keep telling my heart to hang in there a little bit, Miron will figure this out; Miron will come to save me. - If I were to read your thought right now, I would say you wonder why Miron is not here ye