Enigma The Complete Collection Novels & Stories

Agora slammed the phone down and looked up at me in the doorway. “Trouble in pack paradise?” I ask, with a small smile. Agora sighs loudly. “What can I help you with Katya?” “Brought you one of your forbidden. He was next to the main street.” I say tossing the bag on the floor. “Figured you could bury what is left.”

--- Elara's Perspective Our research led us to an obscure prophecy hidden within the Codex of Whispers, an ancient tome guarded by the reclusive Order of the Veil. The prophecy hinted at the Enigma's Heart being concealed within the "Labyrinth of Echoes," a mystical maze said to reflect one's innermost thoughts and fears. Determined to retrieve the artifact, Damian and I embarked on a journey to seek the Order's guidance. Their sanctuary, nestled within the Misty Highlands, was shrouded in secrecy and protected by intricate enchantments.

Elias continued, “Your mother trusted her. Cassandra helped hide the file. She’s the only person alive who knows how to decode the rest of it.” “The rest?” Lena whispered. “There’s more?” Elias nodded. “What you saw was only a fraction. A warning. The real file is locked twice. Biometric and neurological.” Lena stared at him. “What does that mean?” “It means,” Elias said, “that only you can finish what your mother started.” And before Lena could ask more— A hiss of metal broke the quiet. A blade flew through the air, lodging in the tree beside Elias’s head.

A quiet force wrapped in something elegant and dangerous. I stood just out of frame, arms crossed, watching her. She wasn’t just my wife. She was the key to ending this war. Elena stood behind the camera, her fingers flying over the laptop, ensuring the encryption layers were tight and the route untraceable. Enzo double-checked the wireless scrambler. No signal in or out, unless we allowed it. Bella took a breath… Then she spoke.

Handmade, Thirteen thousand dollars, and I couldn't afford the bus fare back to campus. The safe was behind a painting. Of course it was. A fucking Turner seascape … something he'd bought at Sotheby's while my mother smiled in the photograph I'd seen on his phone. I'd watched him spin the dial enough times from the hallway to have the combination memorized. Left to 32, right to 18, left to 47. My hands shook as I turned the lock. The click was louder than I expected. I froze, my heart pounding against my ribs.

I had to find a picture of her dead mother—something that would strike at the heart of her resistance. Once I arrived, I rifled through her draws, searching for anything that could tether her. When I finally found it, a worn photograph tucked away in a dusty corner, I felt a rush of satisfaction. This would be the key to breaking her. I could feel the magic swirling in the air, ready to be unleashed, and I was determined to make her face it. Elara would have no choice but to embrace the darkness, or I would ensure she’d never leave the chapel alive. With the picture tucked securely in my pocket, I left Elara’s room, and took a walk back to my own room, locking the door behind me.

None of us " are. Elena ' s breathing had gone ragged. "There ' s one more file, " my father said. "Encrypted separately. Only you can open it, Lana. Using your birthday as the code. In that file is the full truth. About who really runs Cole Industries. About the partner Elena thinks she ' s working for. About everything. Use it wisely. Use it for justice. Not revenge. I love you, baby girl. Forever. " The video ended.

And the wall safe behind a painting had been breached. Files were missing. “Encrypted documents,” Enoch muttered. “Only Kaiser and Claude had access.” Izora stepped forward, heart pounding again. “What kind of documents?” Enoch’s lips thinned. “Blueprints. Bloodlines. Records of alliances.” She felt the chill seep into her bones. “You mean—like… mafia family trees?” “Worse,” Enoch said grimly. “Records of betrayals.” A gust of wind slammed one of the windows open.

I made the choice to chase her, and no outside influence would alter my plans, so there was no point in discussing it. It proved a tad difficult when I tried to find Miranda Adams in New York City...when I looked for her. Eason McNabb, on the other hand, had been quite easy to locate. He was a partner at what appeared to be a huge law practice in Manhattan, and the website for his firm listed all the employees, along with their cell phone numbers and email addresses. Miranda's number proved a dud in a reverse search on Google. Eason McNabb's was a gold mine. For the low price of nineteen ninety-five, I had access to his home address, date of birth, and family tree. Most importantly, I had fo

Elias asked questioningly. Elias could see Iris was a bit shocked by his frankness, but he also thought she was getting a little excited by it, as well. She rummaged through the display case for several seconds, until she finally produced a small silver pair of clamps, joined together by a medium length chain. Holding them up, she nervously asked, "Will these do?"