Nemo Anchor Novels & Stories

The anchor holds. And for tonight, that is enough. THE END.

Or I release Serena and expose you. My phone—Serena’s phone—buzzed on the nightstand. I snatched it up, heart slamming. Unknown number. 'Day one. Fifty days left. Start with the offshore account marked NEREID.' I froze, my thumb hovering over the screen. NEREID. There it was—the name. The specific account she wanted drained. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I’d puke.

I said, "Hmm. What do I get in return. If I keep it confidential?" "Don't worry, I've got just what you would like." I went to my room and got her a bottle of whiskey. "Wow! looks like a deal now. Nobody is gonna hear." She said opening the bottle and Mercury continued, turning the next page. "Batistar had all three anchors in his Madorina and each of the chains are about, three thousand fts in length. So, he and his men went to work, Separating each chain from it's anchor and adding it to the one anchor that would be kissing the Treasure Aqua's floor.

The mist closed behind her like a lid, sealing her inside the circle. Everything here glowed faintly gold. The air vibrated with sound, a low, constant hum, like hundreds of voices speaking just beyond comprehension. And at the very center of the pit stood the Anchor. It wasn’t a stone or relic, it was a spire. Tall, thin, made of the same crystalline glass, veins of molten gold threading through it like veins of blood. Inside it, shapes moved faces, arms, flickers of memory. Nora’s knees went weak. “Oh my god…”

Alpha Jones smiled subtly. "I think you need to wake up from your daydream. We have lost. Nolan has won. The Nemesis has caught up with us" David stressed out. "We are the Nemesis" Alpha Jones pointed out. "The Nemesis does not sit in the cell of his own Manor with his beta" he retorted. "Do you hear that?" he held one of his ears for attentiveness. "What?" Alpha Jones also paid attention. There were sounds of footsteps all over the Manor. "They have returned from evacuation to a new Alpha" David related.

"The 'Ink' is stripping the depth out of the sub-space! Kael, if we don't find a 'High-Resonance' anchor, we’re going to be flattened into a two-dimensional sketch!" ​Kael stood at the center of the bridge, his feet braced against the shifting deck. Beside him, Nora sat on the floor, her eyes wide and clouded with the silver-mist of the "Future-Memory" she had just inherited. She wasn't seeing the bridge; she was seeing the Nebula of the Drafts.

"What I did not know until Tuesday is what the anchor is resting on while it does this." I waited. "There is something beneath the anchor function," Rin said. "The anchor does not generate its sustaining capacity from the anchor function itself. The function is the mechanism. The capacity comes from something the mechanism draws from." They turned to look at me directly with the deep-water-blue eyes that had been reading everything since before they were born. "The founding document describes the anchor as sustaining the territory's bond-network from the territory's own frequency. I read that as meaning the anchor was drawing on the accord signal — feeding back what the accord generated into

“You’ve got power now, but that doesn’t make you safe. It just makes you visible.” Lena’s hands curled into fists. “Then we’ll be seen. I’m done hiding.” But the woman stepped closer, lowering her voice. “There’s something else. Something worse.” Lena stared. “Worse than a flood of soul-eating echoes?” “Yes.” The woman’s hands trembled as she flipped to the last page in her notebook—a single word was scrawled in black ink, over and over, until it almost tore the paper: Anchor. Anchor. Anchor.

We’re to meet in two days, on an asteroid belt in the Q Sector. So I get to work, finishing up my newest design. It’s quite simple, really. I create a stand in the middle of the Command Deck. But instead of being made of metal or titanium, it’s made of solid Neron. Valen pulled enough of it from the earth outside to create a three-foot tall stand with two handles to grip at the top. The base of it goes to those tubes that flow through the ship, connecting to the Core affixed to the top of this beast.

Aurora disclosed. "We need to summon Fennick here, I hope he's still in the pack?" Aurora told them to hold on for some minutes while she tried to reach out to him through the mind link. She did and he confirmed that he was still in the pack. Aurora then told him to hurry to the pack hall where the Alpha was asking for him. At first, Fennick refused but then he agreed when Aurora pleaded with him to show up.