Unscramble Anomaly Novels & Stories

Darkness and screaming, that was all that Will had experienced for what seemed like an eternity. The screaming was unfamiliar, more guttural than what he was used to, and it seemed to be increasing. After a while he realized he was also part of it, he stopped and tried to analyze the situation he was in.

⸻ For the first time— ⸻ they didn’t move in sync with something. ⸻ They paused. ⸻ Processing. ⸻ Recalculating. ⸻ Because Kade didn’t fit. ⸻ Couldn’t be modeled. ⸻ Couldn’t be predicted. ⸻ “Define anomaly,” they said. ⸻ Kade smiled slightly. ⸻ “I don’t follow your rules.” ⸻ Back in the control room— something flickered. ⸻

I pressed, curiosity and anxiety gnawing at me. “Ms. Adeleine, I know it’s confusing, but you have to trust us for now. You need to wait until he calms down. Otherwise, you might see something… something that would upset you more than you can handle,” the other man added, his voice low and cautious. My heart pounded at the very suggestion. Every fiber of my being wanted to demand answers, to dig deeper, yet I hesitated. I knew it was best to remain silent. My mind reeled with all the information, and the dread threatened to consume me.

Across town, Adrian’s console flickered. New anomaly detected. Subject pair entering non-linear response pattern. He leaned forward. For the first time Uncertainty appeared.

"Oh my goodness, I see why it's the most ordered milkshake. Thank you so much for getting me this meal, honey; you're the best." As they continued eating, Marianne suddenly felt cramps and held her tummy tight. "I don't think the baby agrees with this meal as much as I do," she whispered and ran to the hallway restroom to vomit. Greg followed her, and when she saw blood, her biggest fear came to light. "We need to go to a clinic now...!" she yelled, got up quickly, and started preparing, but everything turned pitch black, and she was completely unconscious.

I smiled wryly, knowing that my information wasn't helpful at all. "Don't look at the objects. Look at people instead," Aren instructed as he stopped in between writing the hundredth email to manage the crisis. "We need to focus on finding the anomaly in human behavior. Look for anyone nervous, distracted, or oddly anxious, and put that person on the list," he ordered.

Sham stepped back and his own claws came out and his eyes colored changed ready for any kind of ambush. Adrian did this to frighten him and it worked a little. Adrian transformed back. "If you cross me, I will consume you" he said standing a breath away from Sham. with his brow knotted. If only he knew how hard Sham's heart was, maybe he wouldn't have bothered trying to scare him. Sham smiled but didn't respond to that. "This is my treasure house and I have all sorts of precious stones here" Adrian said as he proudly walked around. Sham relaxed and went back to his normal human self.

I tried to decide how I felt about it. Comforted, perhaps. By the warmth, by the unexpectedness of the kindness, by the fact that Lucas had grabbed my hand with such complete confidence that being led somewhere by a stranger's child had felt entirely natural. Unsettled too. But not in the way I had been unsettled on the plane, or in the weeks before the plane, that familiar low vibration of something unresolved sitting at the base of everything. This was a different quality of unsettled. Lighter. More like standing at the edge of something than like being caught in the middle of it.

“It accepted the recovery.” Mara didn’t respond. She was still feeling it. The anomaly’s attention had shifted—not to the instability, but to the response. It wasn’t measuring the spike. It was measuring how they handled it. Then, unexpectedly, something changed in the anomaly’s field. The intensity decreased. Not withdrawal. Adjustment. Magnitude differential reduced. The sky felt lighter. The node transmitted again. Primary anomaly modifying presence amplitude to reduce unnecessary destabilization. The chamber went silent. Serik blinked. “It adjusted… for us?”

“Yes, read it. Let's finish the legalities.” Marcus cleared his throat. “Clause seven, sub-section B. The Graevel pack authorizes the permanent relocation of the subject, Seren Ashvale, for the explicit purpose of containment regarding an unconfirmed anomaly.” I frowned, my chest tightening. “What anomaly?” Davan looked just as confused, his eyes widening as he stared at Marcus. “What does that mean? The Council just told me she was a liability to the district circle because she was unranked and couldn't contribute to the guard lines. They didn't say anything about an anomaly.”