Enigmatic Woman Novels & Stories

Clang! A massive saber flew in and forcefully deflected the assassin's weapon. The assassin turned to look and saw a red-clad, masked woman hovering above. Her eyes gleamed with a venomous chill. She almost looked like a serpent. Sensing the overwhelming presence of his opponent, the assassin asked, "Who are you? Why are you interfering?" The woman in red let out a low, sultry laugh, both bewitching and chilling. "Scarlet Enchantress, Vivian Rudock."

Ruthen, standing not far behind him, muttered, “The old barriers are thinning. You open one truth, others come with it.” From the edge of the woods, a figure appeared, not cloaked, not armed, but unmistakably out of place. A woman, tall and weather-worn, with symbols tattooed along her neck and forearms. Her eyes were not hostile. But they were lit from within silver and pulsing like coals. Thalen’s breath caught. “That’s impossible.” “You know her?” Sariah asked. “She disappeared before the lattice even formed. She was one of the last original Threadwalkers.”

Alpha Cyras stood with two others—Maeron of Ridgefall and a third figure cloaked in white. They surrounded a capsule, glass-reinforced and humming with suppressed energy. Inside floated a woman—barefoot, hair drifting like ink in water, lips stained red, her body wrapped in silver mesh that pulsed with runes. Cyras crossed his arms. “Are you sure she’ll obey?” The cloaked figure laughed. “Obey? She’s not a dog, Cyras. She’s a ghost. A weapon. A widow of the old war. You don’t command her. You unleash her.”

They didn't walk on the ground; their bodies floated a few centimeters above the snow, and their eyes glowed with deadly dark purple. At the very front of the red-robed army stood a woman in a long black gown, torn at the hem. Her face was deathly pale, almost translucent, with pure silver hair whipping wildly in the storm wind. The woman's purple eyes locked directly onto mine—and onto the golden light beginning to radiate from my palms. "Descendant of Elena," the woman's voice echoed directly inside all our heads, cold and piercing to the marrow. "You have your mother's face, Inka. But you are too weak to grasp the seal's key."

When I open the door, I freeze. The woman standing there looks like she stepped out of a memory I don’t fully remember. She looks awfully familiar. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. She’s beautiful, yes, but it’s the kind of beauty that commands attention, not affection. For a moment, I can’t place her. There’s something about her face, the way her mouth curves, the way her perfume lingers that stirs something unsteady inside me. Then she speaks. “You must be Enid.” Her tone is smooth, but there’s an edge beneath it.

the mysterious woman said, smirking slyly. What kind of sick game is this? I looked at her, trying to read her mind. “You are a goddess, right?” I asked. The woman smiled brightly. “You got the first part correct. But what kind of goddess am I? There are so many goddesses in the world. Who exactly am I? You only had to guess one time. If you fail to answer correctly, you can never return to shore again. Choose your answer wisely.” The mysterious woman continued to swim around me, laughing in amusement at seeing the confusion in my eyes.

Then sat me up on a chair in front of a mirror. And for the first time in a long time, I get to see myself. It was a pale young girl with a big dark circle under her dark eyes as if she hasn't slept for days. Her collar bones stick out from her loose white dress. She was sitting there in front of me with a blank stare. Soulless, like a doll, a haunted doll. Even I have a difficult time recognizing her. Is THAT how I look like? "Don't worry about that," one of the ladies comforts me. I have never seen her before, but she has a pair of lovely green gelatine-like eyes. So let's call her 'gelatine eyes lady' for now.

Eliana froze. That wasn’t Ashen’s voice. It sounded feminine. Cold and older. Slowly, Eliana turned around. A woman stood several feet behind her. Or at least… something shaped like a woman. Eliana’s breath caught immediately. She was tall and unnaturally pale, dressed in a flowing silver robe that moved like smoke around her body. Long white hair cascaded down her back, almost glowing against the darkness surrounding them. Her face was beautiful in an unsettling way, too perfect to feel human, and her eyes—

A presence stepped out of the shadows—human, alone, unarmed. A woman. Mid-thirties. Tired eyes. No insignia. “I won’t hurt you,” she said quickly. “I just… needed to see if you were real.” Dante’s posture shifted—defensive, protective. Aiden raised a hand gently. “Why?” Aiden asked. The woman swallowed. “Because the network says you don’t exist,” she said. “And that’s never been true before.” The bond stirred—curious, cautious. Aiden exchanged a glance with Dante.

“How do you know that?” “I am a Priestess.” “That's not an answer to the question,” Kaiden burst, curling his fingers into fists. “How do you know all these things?” “If you're not ready to respect my station, then maybe you would prefer it if I left,” the woman said, making the first movement since she had started speaking. She gracefully plucked something off the fabric on her shoulder and wriggled her fingers, shaking the invisible thing off and into the air. I needed to intervene, and fast. She was the only shot we had at uncovering the mystery behind that scroll. If she left, then we could as well say goodbye to all that we had been working towards so far.