Anomaly Ghost Novels & Stories

"That's what she meant. The glass." --- The next morning, Ghost burst into the room wearing a neon-green hoodie and holding a croissant like it was a trophy. "I decrypted the board ledger," he said around a mouthful. "You were right. They're siphoning funds into a ghost company called MirrorGate Holdings. Guess where it's headquartered?" "Let me guess," Bella said. "The condemned sub-basement." "Bingo." Elodie leaned over the map. "It's not just a storage level. It's a full research wing. LV tech, but unregistered. And someone's still using it."

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

Another shriek, and this time Kronos backed up in horror as a giant centipede reared its head. It was twenty feet tall, its black skin hard as stone. Its legs were taller than the average human man. Protruding out of its jaw were two long jagged pincers that produced green ooze. Its glowing red eyes eyed the Abnormals that had dared to intrude in its lair with malice and hunger. “ It’s an Untri. We are so dead,” Thora whispered. “ What exactly is an Untri?” Kronos asked.

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

The helmet was featureless, save for a single, glowing, horizontal slit of piercing, cold white light. The hologram spoke. The voice wasn't synthesized; it was deep, resonant, and echoed with the absolute, crushing pressure of the abyss. "Anomaly 'Ghost'. Combatant 'Steele'," the Sovereign of Abyssal-One spoke, the words vibrating through the floorboards. "You survived the tide. You have secured the Ark of Neo-Angeles. You believe you have claimed the surface." Dax stepped forward, placing himself between the hologram and me. "We didn't claim it. We opened it. And if you send any more of your mechanical fish out of the water, we'll gut them, too."

"Class B. Grief Weaver variant, but wrong somehow. The pattern doesn't match anything in the archives." I felt it too, now that I'd absorbed enough system functions to sense anomalies myself. It wasn't just grief…it was grief filtered through layers of code, emotional pain converted into executable functions that happened to manifest as a monster. Julian had been right. Anomalies weren't creatures. They were programs wearing flesh. "How far?" Amon asked, his shadows spreading thin across the rubble. "Two blocks north. In what used to be a residential complex." Whitney checked her readings again. "It's not moving. Just... existing. Drawing Intent from everything around it."

that pushed back the obsidian shadow of the monolith. "You call it data," Meilin hissed, her moon-colored eyes burning. "We call it life. You gave us the 'Symmetry' to see if we would break. We broke, but we kept the pieces. And those pieces don't belong to you." The Architects paused. Their liquid-light robes flickered to a dull grey. They hadn't expected the "Vance Variable" to achieve a digital apotheosis. "The Ghost is an anomaly," the second Architect noted, its voice cold and analytical. "She has merged with the Atmos-Core. To extract the data, we must delete the Interface."

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.