The Voice Of Enigma Novels & Stories

… Three days later, I was discharged from the hospital, holding my baby in my arms. Ever since he was born, I had never heard the child's voice in my head again. Instead, he was obedient and sweet—nothing like the thing that had spoken from my womb before. The difference was night and day. As for why, I had known the answer all along. That elderly man I had run into on the road had said, "This life doesn't belong to you! You must leave at once!" Those words were never meant for me. They were meant for the thing inside my belly.

He doesn’t want the enemy to see his weakness, thus his sense of superiority was created. All of the sudden, his cell phone rang loudly. Eka’s white cell phone vibrated on the bed, it seems like his cell phone accidentally got thrown off from his pocket during his struggle on the bed with Rina. Rina reached her hand to get the vibrating cell phone. Didn’t manage to see the caller name, she answered the call. “Hello, Mrs. Tanaya speaking”. “Ah, Mrs. Tanaya you say? Excellent” a stranger's voice resonated in Eka’s cell phone. The voice is somewhat unintelligible and strange, it was as if the person used a voice changer.

Then a voice filled the chamber. “CROSS DESCENDANT IDENTIFIED.” Elena stepped forward. “Show yourself.” The voice answered: “WE HAVE NO SINGLE FORM.” A second voice joined it. Then a third. Then hundreds. “WE ARE OBSERVATION.” “WE ARE MEMORY.” “WE ARE POSSIBILITY.” Elena felt the pressure building inside her mind. She closed her eyes. The voices became clearer. They weren't speaking from outside. They were speaking from within. “YOU HAVE SEEN THE FUTURES.”

a voice asked and I was not familiar with it if we were just going to base it on their voice without seeing their faces. “Yeah. It’s Czyanne Gael Villareal Mercedes,” I heard Ciara answer. “You all need to turn off your signal. Let the kid hear his father’s voice.” “Did he open his signal?” Kazimir asked. “Zeno, are you there? Can you hear us?” Jake asked. “Yeah,” a familiar voice filled my ear, and I’m sure that he’s Zeno, the father of my child. “Eh?” Czy uttered, before giggling again.

ENZO’S POV Darkness held me under for what felt like forever. Then voices drifted in, soft at first, like echoes from a distant shore. One voice cut through clearer than the rest. Elena’s voice. She called my name over and over, gentle but urgent, pulling me upward through layers of pain and fog. “Enzo… please wake up. Come back to me.”

We wouldn’t call Astrid an alpha. “That’s good for alpha Isaac,” she added. I looked at her questioningly. She laughed nervously, averting her gaze. But my gaze remained unwavering. “Uh…he is actually not an alpha…” she trailed off, her gaze darting towards me. “What?” “I…shouldn’t be divulging this, but since you are..” she seemed reluctant, but the more she stalled, the more my curiosity heightened. She took a deep breath. “Anyway. He is actually an Enigma.”

There is always a way out. A short while later, I arrived back at the mansion. The moment I walked through the doors, Sylvian rushed forward and pulled me into a tight hug. “You scared me to death! An eclipse bloom occurred yesterday—dozens of people were injured! We found your wrecked car, but you were nowhere to be seen. I thought something terrible happened to you!” “I’m fine,” I mumbled, pulling back. “You need to be more careful,” Sylvian urged, his face pale. “An Enigma and an S-class Omega’s existence was officially confirmed after last night. What happened decades ago is bound to repeat—”

She clears her throat, "Nova, you're not an omega." I halted, confusion etched on my face. "What do you mean? I'm not an omega?" Does she even know what she’s saying? I don’t know if she’s trying to make me feel better or make me feel welcome here, I can’t say but she is losing it. “Then what am I?” Jessica smiled. "You're an Enigma." "An Enigma?" I repeated, lost. I am not sure what an enigma is but I have heard stories about them, being one of the most powerful supernaturals.

“Your cover will get blown, and I’m gonna laugh at you, you know that.” “There is no way it is gonna get blown, you know that.” “He got his hand on a recording of your voice, Enzo.” “The voice which was distorted?” “You know more than anyone that they could work on it and get the real voice.” Lorenzo swallowed hard, exhaled, and then curled his hand into a fist. “They would do anything to find you. They will pay any amount to know who you are, and it doesn’t concern you? And again, when do you intend on making a public appearance?”

The moment it disconnected, the monitors flashed red—then a symbol appeared. Cipher’s insignia. A spiral of code pulsing like a heartbeat. “Enzo…” I muttered. He turned—and froze as the screens came alive with static. A distorted voice filtered through the speakers. “Too predictable, Aristide. Just like your father.” I gritted my teeth. “Show yourself.” “You already saw me,” the voice said. “You just don’t know it yet.” Then the connection cut. “Move!” Enzo yelled. “Charges planted in the walls!”