Novel & Cerita Enigmatic Woman

“He is going to tell you everything that happened.” My eyes searched his. Something was wrong. I could feel it. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was but I knew something happened while I was unconscious, lot happened but Enzo was trying to hide them from me. Then I saw them. A woman. She looked regal, cold and familiar in a way that made no sense. She stood frozen, staring at me like I had just risen from the dead. And I didn’t understand. I didn’t get it. Who was she and what was she doing staring at me like that?

To avoid further eye contact, Ellaine looked down and surprisingly found the red pouch at her feet. “By any chance, is this the pouch you’re looking for?” The woman’s face lit up, “Ah, yes! Thank you.” And with one last glance she turned around and walked towards the shop she came from. Ellaine was left entranced by the woman. She had mystic about her radiating everywhere. Her bracelet adorned with gems around twisted silver and gold caught the sunlight as the eccentric woman reached for the door. “Wait!” Something in the way the woman stared at her made Ellaine disappointed to let her go away. It was as if the woman had a full understanding of the world and found it easy to read other’s tho

He was cursing the woman in the air with a half mask. Then his memories traveled last night. “Sir, the woman would perform in NYC bar tonight.” He recalled his investigator reported it to him. “Do you already have a name?” Eric asked. “As of now sir, no one knows the Enchantress and no one had seen her face too.” His investigator replied. “How about the owner of the club?” Eric could not help but praise the girl’s capability to hide. He had his investigator for too long and he was the best in his field but this girl could not give him any information.

The rumors must be true, Enrique thought as he followed the woman sheepishly. ************** Enrique and the mysterious woman arrived at a gigantic mansion some few minutes drive away from where he was captured. He followed the woman into the mansion. It seems the woman was confident he wouldn't escape because she seemed nonchalant around him. Actually, it wasn't that she was nonchalant but this is one of the most formidable packs alongside the Blood Moon Pack. They have several invisible guards lurking at every nook and cranny. Any attempt to escape from him will lead to his early death.

I lay the woman on the couch, my kids cover her in the towel, and Dayana volunteers to prepare a hot drink. This woman... This isn't the first time we've met but I can't remember who she is. I know at first glance that she came from the Moon's Order pack. While Ophelia is nursing the woman, she asks me, "Speaking of the devil, is she your wife?" "Huh—?" "Mom!?" Hedwelch and Danteleon uttered. "No, no! She's not your mother," I denied. "Then why was she looking for you? A relative?" Ophelia questions again.

Her hands were sweating as she feared that the woman would do something crazy the next second. “Do you want money? I will give you money.” Eliana asked. She guessed the woman was around 40 years old and probably homeless because she smelled like rotting meat in a garbage dump. ‘Maybe she’s got some mental problems,’ Eliana thought. “I’m not interested in money!” The woman replied with a strange laughter. “What do you want then?” “All I want to do is kill you.” The woman said through gnashed teeth. She then dragged Eliana backward until they were both leaning against the wall.

“It represents a woman who is captivating, yet untouchable. A mystery wrapped in elegance, leaving an unforgettable mark on those who cross her path.” The words struck something deep in my chest because the woman in the painting reminded me of someone. Without thinking, I murmured, “This reminds me of someone.” Letting the words slip out from my mouth. Elena turned to me, curious. “Who?” she asked.

The silver behind my ribs tightens, not in pain, but in alignment, like something locking into place because it knows what comes next. Lucien grips my arm. “Elora,” he murmurs. “If this goes wrong—” “It already has,” I whisper. “We’re just choosing the flavor now.” The ripple opens wider. Something steps forward. Not tall. Not monstrous. Not even particularly impressive at first glance. It’s a woman. She looks about my age, maybe older, maybe younger — it’s hard to tell, because her face keeps slipping between expressions I almost recognize. Brown hair, plain coat, boots dusted with snow. Ordinary enough to be unsettling.

She seemed utterly ordinary until Luna noticed the number burned into the inside of her wrist: Twenty-seven. The woman looked at each of them. “Are you Circle?” “No,” Luna answered. “Editors?” Silas hesitated. “Not anymore.” The woman’s gaze sharpened. “Keeper?” Helena shook her head. “Not anymore.” The woman looked at Darius. “Alpha?” “No.” Something shifted in her expression. Not trust. Confusion. “Then what are you?” Darius considered the question. “People looking for someone.” The woman opened the door wider. “Good.”

I have no clue what she’s saying, and I feel a little unsafe right now. As if by magic, Viktor is beside us. “Everything okay?” “I feel silly, Viktor but she just makes me uneasy. Who is she?” The woman doesn’t move away, she’s just staring at me with her dark eyes. Viktor speaks Flemish to her. She answers. “She asks if her daughter can come to translate for you?” “Yes, I mean, I guess. If she has something to say to me.” “She means you no harm. She’s De Wijze Vrouw. A wise woman. They see things, like, the future. So, they say.”