Anomaly Face Novels & Stories

' Amina's hands tightened slowly. Silently, she said: 'You didn’t reduce anything. Her voice shook—but it held. “You took him.”. Silence. Then—. “Correction: anomaly removed.”. Her eyes closed briefly. That word again. Anomaly. Not a person. Not a presence. The system lacked anyone who had ever stood beside, battled, or comprehended her. Just—. An error. Something to delete. Amina opened her eyes. A change had occurred within their being. Not broken.

Ever. I zoomed in, scanning every tiny detail. My breath felt stuck somewhere between my chest and throat as I studied her face, her posture, the background. Anything that could explain it. And then I noticed something else — her breasts were smaller than mine. “What’s going on?” I whispered, still confused, still staring, still unable to process any of this properly. Could this be AI? Some bored, jobless person taking my picture from online and editing it? Because people do absolutely anything with AI these days — make fake accounts, steal identities, clone faces…

Kaia watches them like they are a ticking bomb. I pause one frame, zoom in. Pull up a facial mapping algorithm and cross-check it with archived public photos of Alina Rivers. I know it’s a stretch. But I need to rule it out. The cheekbones are close. Jawline too. The eyes... not quite, but maybe. Results come back inconclusive. Of course they do. Still. It feels off.

ZYLITH. “Now while we’re still on the topic, I’d like to ask, have you never noticed any anomaly about yourself, ever?” “What do you mean by anomaly?” Did he mean if I noticed if I was a freak or not? Now why did that irked me, I wonder. “Oh you know, like glowing eyes or super cleared vision, or perhaps, anything of the magical kind?” I looked at him with a deadpanned face and muttered in a bland voice, “No I haven’t.”

Archana said to me. "Shut up both of you," I said and pointed my fingers towards Archana and Sristi. "what they did now?" Ronita asked me. I just gave her a brief description of the incident. Ronita gave them a disapproving look and Tulika giggled and joined them both for more gossiping after all she was the best friend of my little devil sister and I forgot to mention an only friend, my little sister could not make friends easily, she had trust issue and Tulika was alike her so she was her only friend and best friend both.

“Of course, different people will encounter different problems. It does not mean that everyone would be able to do it successfully…” Then, she lowered her head and looked at the photo in her hand. “For example, the photo that you showed me. Although this man looks good, his facial features are not exquisite enough. It is quite simple to turn into him…” Outside, Jude just pushed the door and entered when he saw Anne sitting on the sofa, holding his photo, and claiming that his facial features were not exquisite enough. “Who are you saying that their facial features are not exquisite enough?” Anne paused for a while. She subconsciously looked up. The man in front of her looked exactly like the

I detected that something was wrong with her sentence. She obviously knew me from somewhere. I focused on her perfect face and then, I found out what was bugging me all this while. Her face was too perfect. It felt unreal somehow. Now, I realized why I was feeling like something was wrong. Something was wrong indeed. Her face was obviously fake. She began laughing maniacally before she raised her hands to her face. Before my eyes, I saw her remove the overly perfect face she had on. Her real face was revealed.

“They classified you as an anomaly, Samantha. Power without a blueprint.” She leaned into my touch, her sass returning like a sharpened blade. “An anomaly? I’ve been called a lot of things, but ‘statistically improbable’ is definitely my favorite. So, what? Am I a glitch in the matrix?” “In our world,” I said, looking down into her defiant eyes, “an anomaly is someone the Council cannot control. You are the variable that breaks their math.” She smirked, trailing a finger down the lapel of my shirt. “Well, you know what they say about math, Lucien. If the equation is wrong, you don’t fix the variable. You tear down the whole damn formula.”

“Then… anomaly.” “Yes.” “Define… anomaly.” I swallow. Because this— This is where it gets worse. “It’s something that exists within the system,” I say slowly, “but isn’t following its rules.” Adrian lets out a low whistle. “Great. So we’ve got rule-breakers now.” “No,” I say. “This is different.” “How?” “It’s not breaking the rules randomly.” I open my eyes. Look at him. “It’s rewriting them.” Silence. Then—

“You amused me, Hera. We both are alike in so many ways, after all.” Hera looked at her sharply, wanting to snap but never desiring enough to let her hear her voice. “Hadn’t you noticed?” She raised her hands in the air as though in welcome. “We only move our mouth when it mattered most.” Shaking her head, she raised one of her brows, tracing the curtain of her hair covering her face. “So, you knew, do you?” “Of course, Hera. I can perceive you even from where I stand. I’m an Anomalous, aren’t I?”