Anomaly Face Novels & Stories

he said and slammed the door to my face without looking back. Immediately he went out, I rushed to open the door and the door was hard. The metal was locked, I tried to look at the lens attached to the door, but the door refused to open. Then I had no option but to submit to fate. I lay on the bed, hoping I would sleep off, but unfortunately, my face was wide open. Suddenly, I began to feel strange, the same burning sensation that I always felt. I was careful enough not to bite anything from the room. A drop of water did not pass through my throat while I was with Jack. Even the fruits that he bought, I refused to take them with me, I left them in his car. Definitely, the aphrodisiac must ha

Kairi was on his knees ten feet away, his face ashen, his hands gripping the earth as if to tear the world apart to find me. Our eyes met. Assessor Seven stood between us, its slate cracked down the middle, white light leaking from the fracture. It looked from the key in my hand, to the healed pool, to the two of us. “Conclusion,” it said, its voice glitching, skipping. “Anomaly is… self-defining. Containment… impossible. Recalibration… ill-advised. Threat assessment… requires… complete… re-evaluation.” With a final, broken chime, it dissolved into motes of light that blew away on the breeze.

One drone lowered until it hovered directly in front of Ariana again. The lens dilated. “Asset Zero, anomaly detected.” Her chest tightened. “What anomaly?” “Emotional volatility.” Mason stepped forward slightly. “You built that in.” “Emotional volatility reduces long-term stability.” Ariana felt the weight of what was coming before the words even formed. “Reclassification in progress.” Lucas cursed. “Reclassification of what?” The drone’s lens flickered. “Humanity.” The street went silent. Even the wind seemed to stop.

It had no eyes, no mouth, but its presence was a suffocating weight that made the air itself feel like it was drowning. "The biomass is defective," the Herald’s voice vibrated directly against their teeth, skipping their eardrums entirely. "Subject 001, your integration with the foreign Anomaly has corrupted your base code. You will be disassembled. Your Pack will be vaporized. The Ark will be reclaimed." "I’m getting really tired of these guys calling me a 'Subject'," Caleb growled.

the man explained, his voice taking on a didactic tone, "is the global integration matrix. The Phantom Protocol’s true form. And within it, we can detect… anomalies. Pockets of resistance." His eyes met Bima’s again, colder than ever. "You are an anomaly, Bima. And we excel at optimization. Including the optimization of outliers." He took another step back, his presence radiating an almost palpable threat. The warung suddenly felt too small, the air too thin. The hum was a roaring in Bima's ears now, demanding surrender.

The first time I saw the advertisement was on a fan forum dedicated to Winter. That day, my supervisor caught me scrolling through celebrity paparazzi photos at my desk and fired me. I walked out of the office building carrying a cardboard box as rain poured from the sky. I hadn't brought an umbrella, and my makeup was ruined, leaving black streaks beneath my eyes. Just then, my phone lit up. [AI Bio-Facial Transformation. Zero-invasive face replacement. Now recruiting trial participants for a limited time.]

Zayne rolled up his sleeves and said furiously, "Three years this brat was gone. He put Grand Asia in your hands, forcing you to be a cold-blooded exterminator and stripping you of your delicate and beautiful shell. Now that he’s back, not only is he not grateful for what you’ve done, but he’s also bullying you. I’m going to get him right now. I won’t call myself Zayne Severe if I don’t punch all his teeth out.” Angeline lamented, saying, "He didn’t bully me, actually. It’s just, the way he looks at me is more distant than a stranger. Also, he remains unmoved no matter how I seduce him. I highly suspect that someone has transmigrated into his body." Zayne laughed. "Correct me if I’m wrong, b

I tug her face upwards unexpectedly. I feast my eyes on her face. It looks absurd and scarred. One part of her face is ruined. She still has her eyes closed. Surely, I do not know her and she is not a member of the pack. I have never seen her before but it all feels as though this is not the first time I am meeting her.

The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath. The heart of the security lay in the twin sensors embedded within the door—an advanced face recognition system and a piercing eye recognition mechanism. The face recognition module, marked by discreet sensors, scanned Landon's features with meticulous precision. It analyzed the contours of his face, mapping each nuance, seeking the match that would grant passage.

"Just... hold on." "I'm holding." They sat in silence. The rain tapped against the window. Elion looked at Cale. He looked at the man who was fighting a war against his own mind. He picked up the pen. He opened the notebook on Cale’s chest. Anomaly 86: The Name Glitch. Event: Cale confused me with Alex. Identity dysmorphia. Cause: Memory corruption from fever/rewind. He wrote a new note, pressing hard enough to dent the paper.