Enigma Variations: A Novel Novels & Stories

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the sirens fading. Elena smiled, tears streaming. “It’s over.” I kissed her forehead. “We’re free.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Alexander’s lips brushed Elena’s. “Forever.” Lila’s smile was small but real. “Family.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in my handwriting: VOLUME VI: THE LAST CODE. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

Lisbeth said. "I've wondered about that too, and I think it's because of Jonathan. Somehow, Jonathan became her foil, a shield for us," Noreen said after a moment of thought. "Amaya thinks so too. According to Amaya, an enigma is usually immune to any magic, and some can even perform their own magic." "Are enigmas dangerous?" Lisbeth asked curiously. "I'm very happy and proud that my nephew is an enigma, but will that make him a danger to others and to himself?"

Whatever is written on it, no one knows. It was already 10 in the evening when Enoch went to his room. There, he turned on his personal computer and searched for a name. With the keyboard tapping sounds, he typed the name he’s looking for. “Nuala Kawolski..” he mumbled. Since he wasn’t sure about the spelling of her name, he almost gave up until he saw a photo of a little red-haired girl with deep blue eyes standing in a healthy vineyard. He clicked that photo and he stumbled upon an article dated 11 years back, with the title of “The Simple Princesses: The Simple Multi-Billionaire Daughter of Enya Riggs”. Then he started reading the article silently.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. When you changed your identity and become another person you aren’t discreet enough to look into minute details like hiding your distracting mole on your neck, your perfume and most importantly, your walking style.” Elena’s eyes rounded in surprise at how minutely he has observed each and everything of hers. He watches the flutter of her eyelashes. Her eye colour has mysteriously changed from brown to natural green. The colour of thick dense forest of a****n that hides numerous species. Mysterious. Deadly. That’s what she is- a lethal venom. With each passing seconds his eyes turn a shade darker. It takes everything in her not to run and hide in her

He went to the dungeon where he guards are interrogating the lady to no avail. 'Still no getting through her, huh?' Albert said to the guard in charge. 'No, my lord.' The guard answered. 'We tried to get her to talk but she's tough.' Albert clicked his tongue. 'I have no time for this.' Albert thought. He could have gotten his information, but it would take him a long time. He stared and tried to think of a way to make her talk. He cannot delay; any triviality could cost Hadrian's life. Yet he cannot rush, or the lady would never talk. Then, he thought of an old monk and a healer that was known for healing even the most potent of poisons. He did not believe it at first, but this is a differe

Ava was sure that it was nice and well maintained but that was the least important thing she should be focusing on. The police stepped aside when she approached and Ava basically snatched the book out of Casey's hands when he offered it to her. Ava turned her back to them and quickly opened it, flipping through the pages. Because it was a notepad, pages could be ripped out and she would not know, so Ava checked her more recent notes, which happened to be where she had notes on Casey. From what she could immediately see, nothing was missing. Everything seemed to be there and there was no damage done to the book. "I didn't even read it," Klaire said as if that was going to help her case one bi

“That’s what everyone assumes, but he doesn’t act like one. Not always. I’ve seen him shy, quiet, even nurturing. Then the next second, he’s commanding the whole team like a damn general. And he can hide his scent. I mean completely. No trace.” There was a pause on the line. “Maya,” Hido said slowly, “you ever considered that maybe… he’s not an Enigma?” Maya sat up. “You think he’s a Luna?” “It’d explain the scent thing,” Hido replied. “Lunas can do that. Enigmas? Not to that degree. Especially not naturally.” “But Lunas are rare.”

I didn’t care what she thought; my focus was singular, unwavering. Reaching the top of the stairs, I froze for a moment, catching my breath. Below, I spotted Chloe moving toward the front door with purpose. My gaze darted to an envelope lying on the floor near the entrance, its presence confirming my suspicions. A smirk tugged at my lips—just as I’d thought, they were planning to sabotage the report. The game was on, and I was ready to turn the tables.

Then he went back to his workbook and wrote numbers like they were the only language that never lied. I picked up my phone and texted counsel one line: GoodNovel received a forged deletion request with an attached ‘Proof’ file. They preserved it. Expect it. Counsel replied in seconds: Good. That’s our next hook. I stared at the word hook and felt something in me harden into the shape of a plan. Home beat was over. Now the strike would land. — End Chapter 31

Her hands were steady, but her face paled. "Sit down," Altair commanded. It wasn't a request. Nova walked to the chair opposite him. She sat. She didn't look at the code. She looked at him. "You found the signature," she stated quietly. "Protocol Ghost Rabbit," Altair read. "A polymorphic engine designed to bypass quantum encryption. It’s elegant work, Nova." He leaned forward. "Did you write it?" The silence stretched, filled only by the drumming of the rain. "Yes," Nova said.