Nemo Anchor Novels & Stories

"We are not leaving him in this rusted tomb!" "There is another way," Nathaniel said, stepping forward. He looked at the King, then at the Anchor. "The Anchor is an inefficient resonator because it’s made of dead metal. It requires a living battery because it can't sustain the frequency on its own. But if we connect the Anchor to the Sunken Shrines via a trans-oceanic kinetic bridge..." "The Boiling Belt would incinerate the connection," Valerius II snapped. "Not if the Conductor maintains the frequency," I said, the plan forming in my mind.

His grim expression tells me enough. “We need to face our issues, or they will always haunt us.” He tells me slowly, not looking at me once, but straight ahead. “Noah is a powerful man. There is no place you can hide from him without Alpha’s knowing. So unless you want to be Packless, I suggest speaking to him, and coming to an understanding.” I can’t help the exhale of amusement that comes from me. “For one of the youngest Alpha’s, you appear rather wise.”

"We’re the anchor, remember? You don't have to reach the sky alone. You just have to hold onto me." (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW) "Nomo, no... the feedback will destroy your heart! You’ve already given enough blood to fill a river!" Sofia tried to pull away, but Nomo held fast. "I didn't survive the Shattered Realm and a Fae forest just to watch you drown in a rain of poison, Sofia," Nomo said, his eyes locking onto hers. He felt the violet spark in his chest roar to life, fed by a sudden, fierce surge of adrenaline and love. "Take it. All of it. If I'm the anchor, then let me hold the weight."

I was alone in the fire. "Why?" I croaked. My voice was a ruin. A wet, broken sound. Nergal tapped the glass. The sound was sharp. Ting. Ting. "Because the Moon is heavy, Neoma," he said softly. "The fragments are massive. To pull them down... to rebind the gravity of a celestial body... requires an anchor of infinite density." He walked around the cylinder. He inspected the readings on the external monitors. "The Eclipse is in three days," Nergal explained. "When the fragments align, the magical resonance will be at its peak. I will use the Sky Anchor to channel the energy of the entire alignment into you."

Aki’s young mind could barely make the connection but her thoughts of recent days had been skirting revenge; revenge for her father’s murder in the hands of the mystic saurian Slayers called the Nagas, to whom they were gradually but inexorably making their way. Temujin missed Griffin, especially when they would heave-to (stop) and feed the hippocamps, which happened more often than he and Aki could ever have anticipated. At these times, they would deploy a sea anchor, which was a kind of funnel-shaped drag at the end of wheke rope that was a hundred fathoms long. Water filled the sea anchor and slowed the boat. It worked like a parachute but, instead of air, water did the job.

"My father didn't just create the Anchor. He created the 'Origin Serum'—the blueprint for all Vance chemistry. It’s stored in the Aethelgard Sub-Station, three hundred feet below the silt." The Descent into Aethelgard Leaving Isabella in the care of Marcus, Elara and Leo transitioned to a specialized Thorne Deep-Dive Bell. The Hudson was a murk of grey and green, the sunlight disappearing within seconds as they descended. "Mom, I can feel it," Leo said, pressing his hand against the reinforced glass. He wasn't looking at the water. He was looking at the "Negative Space." "The Anonymous are already here. They’re tapping into the facility’s power lines."

Drax went still. "Which means," Mira said carefully, "that the bond's secondary anchor is him. And whoever holds the bond's secondary anchor has access to something no amount of network manipulation can reach or redirect. Because the secondary anchor is not in the network. It is in a person." Soren had been listening with the quality of attention that belongs to people who are genuinely revising their position while standing in it. He looked, not at Elora, at Drax. Then back at Elora. "You cannot be accessed through the network," he said slowly. "Because you are not primarily in the network anymore. You are in the bond. And the bond is in him."

she asked with concern as I led her to our usual spot "What's going on, Shane?" she asked again. I took a deep breath, launching into the details of what I had discovered. "I've been digging into the new Neuroxine and it's a Nexus Override, a neutralizer to make everyone back to being just normal. But they don't know yet that to activate it we need a DNA sample from someone different" I said. "Someone like, Max and by her DNA I mean tons of testing, DNA processing, everything in the book."

“Vivienne will be at the bridge soon, and once she places the final key, there will be no way to stop the activation.” Emma glanced back at them. “You said the anchors need to be dismantled in sequence. Where do we start?” Callan’s glowing eyes fixed on her. “The first anchor is in the gallery. It was aligned to control the bridge’s stability. If we sever its connection, the machine’s energy flow will weaken, making the other anchors more accessible.” Jamie frowned. “And what happens if we screw it up?” Callan’s expression remained impassive. “Failure will accelerate the collapse. The bridge will consume everything in its path, starting with this manor.”

Felt like it existed between realities. And in the center of the impossible room, suspended in nothing, was a sphere of light. Pulsing. Breathing. Alive. "What is it?" Tobias whispered. Marcus stepped forward. The one who'd returned from between. The one who'd seen everything. His face went pale. "It's an anchor," he said. Voice shaking. "The Primal Court's anchor to our reality. This is how they've been maintaining the connection. How they've been sustaining the tremors. How they've been keeping the void open."