Enigma Novelas e Histórias

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

And obstacles existed to be removed. --- That afternoon, Elena received an unexpected package. No sender. No return address. Only her name written neatly across the front. Immediately, her instincts screamed. Danger. She carefully opened it. Inside rested a single object. A black chess piece. The queen. Nothing else. No note. No explanation. No message. Yet Elena understood instantly. Someone knew exactly who she was becoming. Someone had noticed her moves. Someone was watching the game. A slow smile appeared on her lips. Then she placed the chess piece beside the silver Serpent Circle coin.

he said, his voice smooth but dangerous, and he leaned back while crossing his arms over his chest. "Because if you do that, you lose the chance to own the Aegis architecture before the sun comes up, and you know as well as I do that Elias can’t maintain that system without the master encryption key that is currently sitting inside my head," I told him, taking a step closer to the desk and resting my hands on the cold surface.

A slow, mocking smile spread across her lips, a smile that never quite reached her eyes. "Does it matter, Alexander?" she asked, her voice a dual-layered silk. "Elena doesn't know how to navigate a place like this. She’d be sold for parts in twenty minutes. But I? I built the encryption that keeps this place invisible. To them, I am a goddess."

The holographic code vanished. The room fell silent. Kai stared at her. I stared at her. Mira adjusted her glasses, her hands trembling uncontrollably. "Okay," she wheezed. "That was... intense. Did anyone else see the math? The math tasted like copper." "How did you do that?" Kai demanded, his voice sharp. "That encryption is Level 10 Sentinel grade. It took our engineers a century to reverse-engineer it. You just bypassed it in ten seconds." Mira looked up, her expression terrified but exhilarated.

Ember Hills wasn’t exactly inviting when it came to strange couriers. The bird cocked its head and presented its leg. The seal wrapping the scroll was black wax embossed with a sigil I committed to memory long before I understood language. My mother’s calling card. Isolde Nerezza. My hands didn’t tremble when I broke it open. If they hadn’t, that would have concerned me more. The lettering underneath was encrypted, wrapped in ancient vampiric code language and political slang meant to bore anyone who wasn’t meant to see it. Trade negotiations. Whispers in Council. Simple releases of clerical oversight. Words that to me spelled out screaming.

A sharp, relentless buzzing that cut through the silence. Luna frowned. “Don’t open it yet.” But Enola had already picked it up. Her thumb hovered for a fraction of a second—just long enough for instinct to whisper don’t. Then she tapped. “𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗘𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬 – 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧 𝗣𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖 𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗"

Izora’s breath caught. “…Wife?” she whispered. Enoch nodded once. “No name. No context. No fingerprints on the paper. But underneath it..” He tapped the screen, and a block of unfamiliar characters popped up. “A code,” he said. “Encrypted. Military-grade. We’re still trying to break it.” Kaiser’s gaze sharpened. “Rooke no longer has a wife.” His voice dropped, low and tight. “Izora is the only one who wears that title now.”

Like something is reacting to Alessi’s absence. Or her danger. I shove the thought away before it crushes me. The laptop chimes. A screen opens and it shows a black background, layered encryptions, dual verification keys. Not Pack-level. Not even national-level. This is old war-era science encryption. The kind I vaguely remember my father used. Behind me, the air sharpens. Gavin steps closer, voice strained. “What even is that?” “A registry,” I answer quietly. “One most Alphas don’t know exists.”

That means I know how to break through his encryption. Finally, after what feels like hours, the laptop gives in, and the screen unlocks. What I see hits me like a freight train. Aeron had a whole life apart from us. His screen is filled with files and messages—codes, names I don’t recognize. But one name stands out among the chaos: Legacy Vega.