Anomaly Face Novels & Stories

He said and watched as a blush appeared on her face. "You didn't expect me to believe that, did you?" She asked with a chuckle, but her smile disappeared when she saw the seriousness on his face. "It's just a joke, right? And why is your face like that? I'm not a goddess, I'm human," she said with a huff. "You better believe it, Annabelle, you are not just an ordinary human, there's something strange about you that I'm trying to figure out," he said and watched as her face went pale.

But his voice drew nearer. Desperate, I raced to the door. It opened. I slipped inside, shut it quiet, heart slamming. And crashed into someone. A man’s chest—solid, towering. I looked up, breath caught. Platinum-blond streaked with gray. Eyes—cold, sharp as ice. His face, carved like marble, unreadable but fierce. “Who the hell are you?” His voice thundered, steady, laced with authority. But beneath it, a flicker of surprise.

The final part that made his heart stop was when Ajeng pulled the left side of her face, causing it to suddenly detach. "Ajeng, what are you doing?" This time, his shout echoed because the mansion was suddenly so quiet. Ansel kept shifting his body and when his back hit the wall, he tried hard to get up with the help of his legs pushing the chair. Finally, he managed to sit down even though his bones ached from hitting the very cold ceramic floor. "Too bad, I'm not Ajeng. Sorry for deceiving you, young man," Ajeng said, or rather, the woman with a completely different face and blonde hair.

No longer high-risk instability variable. Serik let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “That was the test.” Mara shook her head slightly. “That was the doubt.” The pressure slowly returned to baseline. The sky felt lighter. But not empty. The anomaly was still there. Closer than ever. Committed. And just as relief began to settle — The node pulsed sharply. External signal detected beyond primary anomaly perimeter. The room went still. Kael’s voice dropped. “You mean… another one?”

Julian's tech people had built a search algorithm that monitored new posts across major platforms and flagged any image with a facial match above seventy percent probability. Grace's pastry photo triggered a flag. Seventy-three percent match. Low enough to be a false positive. High enough to warrant investigation. The software generated an alert that landed on Gianna's phone at 4:17 PM on a Tuesday while I was walking back to the cottage from Ruth's clinic after a routine prenatal checkup.

She pursed her lips warmly: "The eldest daughter of the Garrett family, Anabel, haven't you seen her before?" "How is she? What do you want to ask? " "Just from a man's point of view, how is she?" Rolando said without thinking, and said with a venomous tongue: "Face-lift, mean face, speaking pretentiously." "How did you know that she had undergone plastic surgery?" "Her facial features, aren't they fake?" "It seems that your evaluation of her isn't very good." "Why do you mention her?" She shook her head and smiled. "It's nothing."

Annabel asked. Carl nodded. Annabel walked over, began clicking with the mouse, and typed something on the keyboard. A ghastly face quickly appeared on the monitor. "How can this be?" Annabel was panicking. She tried to use the mouse, but it was no longer responding. Annabel muttered, "How … How could it be … him?" Carl frowned as mixed emotions flashed in his eyes. Maverick walked over and jumped in fright when he saw the face. "Hey, isn't this the Demon King's signature? Isn't he dead?" Maverick exclaimed.

For a long moment I cannot do anything but look at myself look back. The face in the tank is mine the way a word repeated too many times stops being a word. Every feature is in the right place. Brow. Mouth. The small crookedness at the left eye. Still wrong. Wrong before I can name why. Because I have spent thirty years behind this face and I know what it does when no one is supposed to be watching, and that knowledge is what the face in the tank does not have.

Junior grumbled with a weary glance. “I had my doubts from the onset” Nevena replied, her voice barely perceptible. “Their loss—losers” Junior leaned toward the glass, making a scornful face. A different voice crackled through. This one was sharper and more feminine. “Kiddo—You’re currently being scanned for anomalies. Step away from the interface.” “Jeez—Anomalies?”Junior jerked back, his eyes nearly popping out of their socket. “Miss Nevena, hope I got my best angle” he masked his panic by striking a pose.

But as I reached deeper into the system, something subtle caught my attention. A ripple. Not a disturbance. A curiosity. “Selene?” Dominic asked, noticing the shift in my expression. “What is it?” “There’s an anomaly,” I said quietly. Cassius groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me. We just got peace.” Arden’s gaze sharpened. “Define anomaly.” I focused on the signal. “It’s not hostile. Not disruptive. It’s… observational.” Dominic’s fingers danced across the console. “I see it. A cluster of independent systems operating beyond our current alignment. They’re not connected to the Charter.”