Anomaly Novels & Stories

Anton jumps up and runs to the steps. "What did it look like?" He asks frantically. "The face was disfigured. I couldn't tell if it was male or female, and it was all dressed in black." I run over to where our mates had fallen to see if anything is there. All I see is one word burnt into the wooden floor: Alecto. "What is Alecto?" Anton asks. "I have no idea," I reply as Logan and Emily come over to us.

“Isabella Manor is uncle Larry's daughter, the one that Lan has been involved with. But she stays by Lan's side every day and he doesn't recognize her, despite searching the entire city for her '' Fred briefed and glanced at his parents, one after the other. David and his wife Anna stared at each other for some seconds, none able to say a word to the other. “Then tell your brother to stop searching everywhere for her and simply glance at the person by his side” Anna blurted. Oh her life. How can her son be worried about searching for someone that is by his side? What is happening? Is it that he doesn't recognise her when he sees her, doesn't he know what she looks like? No wonder he couldn't

It raised its stylus to erase a beautiful, swirling thread that was the dream of a sleeping giant on a world of molten gold. The Anomaly, following its illogical programming, did something then. It… purred. A soft, warm, rumbling sound that vibrated through the Editor’s form. The Editor paused. Its stylus halted millimeters from the dream-thread. This was a new data point. An unexplained vibration. An inefficiency. For the first time, the Editor turned its attention inward, analyzing itself. It detected The Anomaly. It scanned it. Query: Identity? The Anomaly had no identity. It was a paradox. It

“That means the two of you are probably also one person. Actually—every anomaly in this dungeon, all seven of you… might be fragments of the same soul.” Each anomaly corresponded to one of the seven emotions, split off from a single human mind and scattered through the dungeon. That’s why none of them remember their names or past. [Holy crap… that actually makes perfect sense.] [Sense?? Sense where?? If anomalies neutralize each other, what about the one who ends up alone?!] “As for the anomaly that doesn’t have a counterpart—” I hesitated, but there was only one answer left after ruling out every

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.”

Disposable. “Threat level: high.” “Understood.” But as I stare at the screen— something strange happens. Not strong. Not clear. But there. A flicker. A distortion. Like something inside me is trying to… react. My fingers twitch slightly. “Anomaly detected,” the system notes instantly. My body stills. “Correcting.” Pain hits. Sharp. Immediate. Controlled. The flicker disappears. Gone. Like it never existed. “Status?”

Silence. A long pause followed. Then Adrian spoke again. “There is something you should see before I leave.” Anna frowned. “What now.” He moved to the small console in the room. Connected the bypass device. The system flickered. Then displayed a single hidden directory. Anna stepped closer. “What is that.” Adrian’s voice lowered. “Replication anomaly log.” Silence. Anna repeated slowly, “…anomaly.” “Yes.” She frowned. “That sounds like something went wrong.” Adrian did not respond.

They went to exits. Roofline. Marcus. Each other. Like a net tightening, then loosening again when no threat appeared. It took less than two seconds. Maya wrote it down on the back of a soap inventory sheet. Reaction to sudden noise: coordinated defensive scan. Too fast. Too smooth. Annoying. LUS pulsed. [LEVEL UP] Pattern Recognition advanced. You have demonstrated improved ability to identify irregular group behaviour across repeated low-signal events. New capability: Anomaly clustering.

"And he's attacking the logistics warehouses?" Riska nodded, her expression grim. "He must be targeting the supplies. Kevin knows exactly how to manipulate a situation for his own gain. My AI is also detecting a 'High-Level Energy Anomaly' there. That wasn't just a regular explosion." The overridden Master AI Fitness Freak suddenly glowed yellow, and a complex graph projected into the air in front of them. << DATA ANALYSIS: ENERGY ANOMALY DETECTED. HIGH PROBABILITY OF ORIGINATING FROM AN UPGRADED 'FITNESS FREAK SYSTEM'. >>

Not cautious. Not calculating. Troubled. “We don't fully understand it yet.” Arthur groaned. “That is never reassuring.” Naomi ignored him. “Three days ago, the first anomaly was reported.” Silence settled over the group. “The anomaly involved a woman in northern Europe.” Gabriel folded his arms. “What happened?” Naomi took a slow breath. “She attended her father's funeral.” Nothing about that sounded unusual. Ama frowned. “And?” Naomi's expression hardened. “Her father had been dead for eleven years.”