39 Clues Games Novels & Stories

I looked at the corpses littering the floor—Dad, Mom, my sisters, my cousins. Everyone was dead. I was the only one left. 90 points. A rusty dagger. And a [Hourglass of Time Reversal] that I wasn't even sure would work. The chat fell silent. Those high-and-mighty "gods" were no longer laughing; they were shocked. *"This Alpha's obsession is too deep. Who exactly is he looking for?"* *"It's over. This instance is collapsing. No one can clear this."* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice.

“Your job is not to understand what is going on, your job is to answer our questions which quite frankly you suck at.” I roll my eyes, my nose flaring. “If I suck at this go find someone who will answer your stupid questions,” I snap my hand in the air. “Calm down,” the guy says. “Maya, you need to tell us everything you know and what you did.” My brows furrow. “Why are you saying that I did something wrong?” They look at each other. “Your neighbor Chase for once disappeared just around the time you moved in. When you came to LA lot has happened and we think you are the puzzle to this mystery.”

I asked after checking the three phones. She nodded and read what I think is a message. “You have received five phones with five… no, six different targets. Solve the five cases using the clues in the galleries. In every case closed, you will get the password for the next phone. Good luck in playing my game, Hibara and Luke.” “I’m included!” I cheered upon hearing my name. She stared at me with a WTF look, so I awkwardly sat back down. She said, “You’re included so that means, you’re in the line of danger too. But, anyway,” she showed me the lock screen of the phone; “the first targets are Amethyst and Shiloah.”

"Glad to know that you cared." I reached out and took it. I stared at the familiar hard bound book in my hand. Running my fingers at the golden lines of the title. I stared at Ace weirdly, wondering why such a book is with him. "59 clues?" For all I know, books like this belong to my world.

A gust of warm, perfumed air swept inside… It was sweet and metallic, like roses and rust mixed together… As the passengers hesitated, a translucent screen shimmered into existence just outside the door. Letters scrolled across it in glowing script… [ Welcome to the Trial of Lust. ] [ You have arrived at the Crimson City. ] Farrah’s breath caught. Crimson City… So that was its name. [ Rules of Survival: - You may explore freely. - You may seek shelter, food, or comfort. - You may speak your truth. - But beware: the city listens. - Lies will weaken you.

Yes, a lifeline. A whisper of advice from the man who had always protected her, a message sent through time. Her mind was racing as she pieced together the pieces of her early lessons as her fingers, no longer shaking, traced the grid's lines. She recalled that the secret letters were hidden within a particular starting point and a directional sequence—a pattern of movement across the grid. It was a sophisticated system, made to be both difficult and unforgettable, a game that was supposed to hone her intelligence while hiding its actual objective.

There was a note “1 prosthetic eye” Sarah and Frank pressed their buzzers as they stored the box. Sarah found the next clue. She loved playing ‘spot the difference’ games. This was her forte. She pointed at a patch of missing grass which formed the shape of ‘F’ “There”. Frank dug up a box with a note “4 first aid kits”. They pressed their buzzers and took the box. They trotted for a long time without finding any clues. “I wonder” Frank muttered as turned back “Let’s go back a little and have another look. I think that’s a weird pattern for a climber.”

“Thank you. I think it’s about to start, let’s go and take our seats.” We all walk to our table, which is one table for everyone. The show begins right after everyone in the hall settles down. The award show is for game programmers and developers all around America. They start off like every typical award show. Different people come on stage and call the nominees and give the winner the award. They have called out a few awards that both Udar and Ismail had nominations in but have not won.

Charlotte didn't realize that the world didn't revolve around her. Those who insulted Enzo and her could generally be divided into two categories. The first group was Enzo's enemies, mostly from rival packs or those who eyed his Alpha position. They wanted to use this opportunity to create trouble for Enzo and wear him down. These people weren't much weaker than Enzo in ability. They were like a pack of hyenas lurking in the dark, watching intently, and would never pass up a chance to bring Enzo down.

He chuckled, “It is good that you are not stupid. You have to find your phone before I catch you. If I catch you first, then your phone and you remain with me.” As if he would let me walk away from him. I sighed softly, “How is it going to be played? Tell me everything.” “As you wish. The game will start with a chit given to you that would have the location for your next clue. You start running and I chase you behind. You have to find the clues until the last clue leads you to your phone. As simple as that.” he explained as if we were going to play Tic-Tac-Toe. I crossed my arms over my chest, “So you are telling me that I have to find where the chits are in different areas of the house, whi