Anomaly Novels & Stories

"And I'm not going to be party to that. Not anymore. Either we're actually doing this, or we're not. But we can't be doing it in secret while you pretend to the rest of the world that I don't matter." "You matter," I said. "Not enough to claim," Eli said. "Not enough to stop panicking the moment someone acknowledges that we're actually connected." I wanted to argue. I wanted to explain that I was trying, that vulnerability was harder than he seemed to understand, that my immediate defensive response didn't negate the real feelings underneath it. But I could see in his expression that he'd heard these justifications before. That he was tired of excuses dressed up as explanations. "I'm sorry,"

“Yes.” “What is it?” His voice turned uncertain. “I… don’t know.” The Architect spoke. “An anomaly.” My stomach tightened. “What kind?” “Unclassified.” That word made my blood run cold. “Explain.” “I cannot.” Kieran spoke suddenly. “NOVA.” His voice was louder. Clearer. “What is it?” I asked quickly. “I feel… other signals.” My breath caught. “Other anchors?” “I think so.” The Architect interrupted. “Incorrect.”

I say. "An anomalous city has unusual frequency reports. Pack members stationed there file unusual reports about the atmosphere, the resident population, their own wellbeing." She pauses. "An administrative anomaly is a city where the pack's own documentation is inconsistent. Where records disagree with each other. Where the city appears in different reports under slightly different descriptions." She looks at the notation. "I have found three cities in the eastern territory that appear in the administrative records as if they are slightly different places each time they are recorded." I go to the reference table.

Human emotions lied; spectrums did not. An anomaly occurred in the arena. The sensor array was disrupted by an energy wave. He ruled out equipment malfunction because the waveform was chaotic, its frequency beyond any known range, its amplitude oscillating violently within an extremely short time window. He pulled data from all twelve drones and cross-checked, confirming that every sensor had been synchronously disturbed at the same instant for an exceedingly brief duration.

Kai's blood didn't look like it was fighting an infection at all. It looked prepared for one before the infection had fully arrived. Not resistance, exactly. Not immunity either. Something underneath both words, still without a name. Three completely different presentations. One shared signature threading beneath every single one of them. I assumed error first. Reran the calculations, recalibrated the analyzer, pulled fresh aliquots, and processed everything again from the beginning. The anomaly held. I checked the equipment logs for malfunction. Clean. I checked my own arithmetic twice more. Also, clean.

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

Nick awoke, startled. He looked around and noticed he was on the floor. Then all the things that happened earlier started to flash back in his mind; the unknown pearl, the blood writing on his bedcover, the mirror, the dead body filled musty place, another blood writing on the mirror, then everything turned blank-no black!!! Extremely black!!! - "Oh crap! I zoned out like a sissy, a girl, a baby!!! What the heck happened here? Why did I fall into a trance?! " Nick asked no one in particular, totally confused. He looked around, his inspection was cut short when his eyes fell on his safe, on it lay to his horror, blood, splattered all over it and a rotten skull on the top of it! 'No! This is a

fingers cross, please believe me Bess. "Ehhh online class. What kind of class is it? You are doing extra work on weekends wow!" Gahd, it doesn't look like all is going according to plan. Dianna thinks, think... AHA! "Ouch Bess my stomach hurts so bad, it's killing me" putting my act on with me holding my stomach and facial expressions "H-ha? Oh no, go to the restroom quick right now." "O-Oh! I mean. No need Bess... It looks like LBM, far worse. I don't want your toilet to get clogged by me."

She was with someone. A wave of heat encompassed her body, causing her to squirm. She could sweat beading on her forehead. " So hot..." She murmured, panting. Gerald who was still angry at the incident earlier, noticed the woman squirming in his embrace. He turned to her, still angry.

"Lieutenant! You have more experience than me when it comes to Glitch so let me ask you a question. What exactly is an anomaly? In all the books in the camp, there have only been a few mentions of the term 'anomaly' here and there… out of which none of them provide any decent explanation of their origins… except for explicit warnings to run, hide and pray!! What the hell did we encounter yesterday… " "Anomaly is a laid back term that hunter's come up with to describe a beast of unbound strength. An embodiment of nightmares, born from the darkest corners of the glitch. They say, their veins pulsate