Black Riddles Novels & Stories

Fluid was rapidly pooling beneath Belle's feet and running down her legs. For one long, stunned moment—Neither Ethan nor Park moved. Both men simply stared. Completely frozen. ****😳😳****

Hidden It is an exhausting night where the howling of the wolves can only be heard when you listen. Beyond that is the deep silence of a lady in black. But i must ask you first, Can you fill the spaces that were left untouched? Return that was borrowed, but you never had? Ask for something in return and answer for another question? Then, drift in a mental illusion and turnover for the world's bloodiest nightmare to come. She lurks in every corner, hides in every space and comes out if she's hungry for your flesh.

he said, and the forest suddenly became silent. A deep growl came from Damian as he moved closer to me, his golden eyes fixed on Rowan. “Enough riddles,” he warned, and Rowan turned toward him with a cold expression. “You should be careful, Alpha Blackwood,” Rowan replied, “because your blood is the reason this nightmare began.”

Lenda wasn’t trusted. I glared at her. I knew what was going on in her head ‘I will kill you before you touch her’ I thought with rage. “Listen up!!” Black yalled. His voice ran through every creature sighted making them shiver. Black continued “how many of you wish to lose everything to DEATH??” He asked with his eyes burning.

He brought out his phone and dialled a number before walking towards the car. did I forget to mention that we were in the middle of nowhere?, well that's a story for another day. "How would I know what I was marked for?, you said I would be shown but even if I am showing how will I know?" I turned over to Heedah to be sure of what I was facing. Trust me the last thing I work right now, is to be dead. "Just keep in mind that a black bird represent gift of vision and a raven represent death, I don't know what fate has in store for you Winter, but you need to have faith and hope." she walked up to me and clutched my hands hers reassuringly.

"The darker it is,the less you're able to see!" He looks at me with grudging admiration then uses his staff to write the word under the riddle in the same beautiful penmanship that's covering the wall.As soon as he finishes the final letter, the left third of the wall turns completely silver and the first line,along with Ulrik's answer, disappears. "Yes!" I do a little happy dance that makes Ulrik sigh in resignation then I read the second one aloud. "Walk on the living,they don't even mumble.Walk on the dead,they mutter and grumble."

The person only nodded his head positively while he brought out a smile on his lips. "So where are we going? " he inquired to know their destination. "What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and grey when you throw it away?" That was the person's reply which got him dumbfounded. He sat still, looking at the person. "What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and grey when you throw it away?" The person asked again, this time looking at him. "I don't know, I'm only asking about our destination, not a riddle," he said to the person.

After a while, Rala turned to look at the bat. "I answer is Age, I guess". Rala answered. The bat stare at Rala "Yes, you got that one right. Be prepared, for my second one would be your last". "I'm fatherless and motherless, And born without sin. Roaring when entering the world, I never speak again. What am I?" "I know that answer like the palm of my hand". Rava told her sister confidently. "And what is it?" Rava faced the bat and said confidently "The answer to your riddle is Thunder".

“You think it’s them?” Sam didn’t answer, her gaze locked on the meadow. Then she saw them—shadows moving through the fog, their forms low and predatory. Black Shadow wolves, at least a dozen, their amber eyes glowing like embers in the mist. Their coats were matted, their claws long and stained with blood, and they moved with a coordinated precision that sent a chill down Sam’s spine. At their head was Rhea Blackthorn, her jet-black hair braided tight, her cruel smile visible even through the fog. She wore a leather vest and pants, a dagger strapped to her thigh, and her presence was a promise of violence.

The Black Ridge was supposed to be a fortress, but the bond was warning me that the walls weren't as thick as we believed. A soft, scratching sound came from the balcony—the sound of claws against stone. "Stay behind me," Silas commanded, his voice a low, lethal growl. The balcony doors were flung open by a gust of unnaturally cold wind. A small, black bird—a raven with eyes as red as blood—flew into the room. It circled once before landing on the foot of the bed. It didn't look like a normal bird; it looked like a construct of shadow and spite.