Novel & Cerita Anomaly Ghost

“It’s a gift.” Lucian barely looked up. But Eva’s smile lingered a second too long. Izzy glanced between them, brows drawing together. But then the screen behind her beeped. A red spike shot across the map. Lucian stood quickly. “What is that?” Izzy's face went pale. “It’s Aethelgard. The anomaly. It’s spiking again. Harder. Sharper. Something just activated... or arrived.” Lucian and Eva locked eyes.

“Assessment: deviation not consistent with anomaly’s patterns. Probability of external interference: seventy-one percent. Fault source undetermined. Caution advised.” I exhaled slowly, feeling the pulse of the city shift, the rhythm we had perfected warping. “Then we’re not alone. The ghost wasn’t the only intelligence embedded here.” --- The ghost’s voice vibrated across the conduits, low and measured. “You see it too. I feared this would happen. The deeper layers of the core… are not mine. I built conduits, reflections, sequences—but beneath them lies something older. Something I never touched. I… avoided it.”

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!” “Oliwen? Alright, but you should be careful, the Domin’s citizens are not friendly at all.” Oliwen: “...” “About the prophecy…” Pure waved her hand, and a crystal globe appeared “We should take a look at this globe.” When she’d just finished talking, a sudden light appeared in the room. Then the room was covered with a strange light. That kind of light made the room special. A dim picture appeared on the globe… That is a village, a village in the human world. A boy standing in the alley with a beggar…Then a small beautiful star fell on top of the boy. A series of deep breaths resounded from everyone in the room.

“I know all of Zirocco’s, secrets including the little rebellion camp where he and your parents plotted against me.” “Against you?” Natalie said, squeezing her hands. “You mean our parents wouldn’t agree to your plan to kill off humanity?” “Indeed, Miss Chang!” Thorne said as she folded her arms. “They had the nerve to try to stop me from using the Anomaly’s full force to recreate our world and repopulate our people.” “The Anomaly?” Eric asked. “What is that?” “It is the collective consciousness of our people’s most powerful telepaths who lost their lives during our escape to this galaxy.”

Instead of feeling sad, she smiled widely. She jumped off the bed, slid the glass door to the side and went to the balcony. There, she inhaled a deep breath. After a while, she chuckled alone. Once again, she recalled the frivolous dream of last night. The long-haired blond with the beautiful appearance lingered on her mind. “What am I thinking? Someone like that cannot exist in this world.” She shook her head. She smiled all alone at the balcony while thinking of him. She felt a weird kind of relief after knowing the ghost she saw in her dream wasn’t a female. She thought it was funny but at the same time, it was impossible to forget such a person who possessed an appearance that was like n

Calculations multiplied. Warnings appeared. Probabilities changed. Numbers surged. The entire system suddenly seemed focused on one thing. Them. Together. Alessandre’s expression darkened. “What is this?” No answer. The screens continued updating. Millions of calculations. Millions of possibilities. The voice finally spoke. “An anomaly.” The word echoed through the chamber. Anomaly. Not error. Not threat. Anomaly. Something unexpected. Something impossible to fully predict. Something capable of disrupting every model. Alessandre stared at the screens.

He jammed the metal into the grate, short-circuiting the local sensor. [WARNING: VENTILATION ANOMALY IN TIER 1] The alarm was his signal. In the chaos of a manual maintenance check, he would have a three-minute window. He didn't need the Janus codes. He needed the Ghost-Net—the secret, analog tunnels used by the Academy’s original architects. The cell door hissed open as a guard rushed in to investigate the "anomaly." Lucian moved with the raw, desperate fury of a man who had found his soul and was willing to kill to keep it.

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.