Black Riddles Novels & Stories

"He just said he would kill me if I told you to break up with him, didn't he" I shook my head, waving both my hands. "No, no, of course not. He was just messing with you. Riven would never hurt you" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I don't believe that. He literally drugged me. Riven's a black flag, Hazel, not red, not yellow, just dark, charcoal black, black," she said, then glanced at him, her head tilting. "He does look good, though. Did you always know he could cook?" She asked, and I grinned.

Rid rudely, "What's in it?! I wish she would deceive you until we get rid of the stage of words without actions and move on to another stage; my situation has worsened in front of Black." Alexander asked, "Whose Black?" You mean the Wolf of Jacob!" Rid said impulsively, "Yes, he's making fun of me because I'm still a virgin, while Black doesn't remember how many females he and his boyfriend had sex with." Alexander said, shaking his head disapprovingly, "What a bully!! Even wolves.........". Meanwhile, Alora muttered excitedly, "Wow!! It seems that Black is more than wonderful, a loss that we have not met before, Sophia, right?!"

“The Blackwater forest has teeth, Helena. Things that have been forgotten by the rest of the world still thrive here. Some of those things wear leather from time to time to try to look human.” “You were here last night, weren’t you?” she challenged, taking a step forward and forcing him to look at her. “I saw the lights of your motorcycle on the road, but then... the sound of the engine faded and I heard a howl. It wasn’t a common wolf howl. It was a scream.”

“Chosen One, to claim your path, you must answer my riddle: ‘In the still of the night, I hold the key, Whispers of truth, just listen to me. I fly without wings, I cry without eyes, Whenever I go, darkness flies. What am I?’” Damien furrowed his brow, the riddle echoing in his mind. The others watched, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and concern. “It’s a tough one,” Claud murmured. “Take your time.” Damien thought about it, pacing slowly. He recalled the way the night felt, the mysteries it held. “It’s…” he began, uncertainty clouding his mind. “Could it be… a star?”

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

My brows furrowed as I looked back at him. He spun around without another word. He bent down and picked up a lump of glowing coal from the flames with his bare hand. I flinched at the movement even though I knew it wouldn't hurt him. "First the riddle." He muttered. "I can fly like a bird not in the sky, which can always swim and can always dry. I say goodbye at night and morning hi. I'm part of you. What am I? I follow and lead as you pass, dress yourself in black my darkness lasts. I flee the light, but without the sun, Your view of me would be gone. What am I?" He slowly stood up, holding the red coal in his palm. I nodded.

What's wrong with me? I hear the clock ticking. It’s a cute little black clock with big white eyes, and the tail moves back and forth. The clock is a black cat; the eyes roll and the tail moves. As the clock ticks, its rhythmic sound seems to amplify the confusion and doubt swirling in her mind. She wonders if she will ever find someone who can ignite that same intense connection she had with Layla, regardless of their gender. The clock's playful resemblance to a black cat serves as a reminder of the mysterious and unpredictable nature of love and attraction.

Yuri just shrugged, "I don't know. Try it." Black faced his tablet and typed something. "01010101." Yuri grabbed Flute's torch and went near the door. The others followed her, even Ela who already took her airpod off her ears. Yuri tried the code. Black's jaw almost dropped when it beeped and the door opened. "Jinjja? At the end, ask yourself, my friend. Here's a clue, who are you?" he cited the riddle. "I nearly drained my brain thinking and the answer is just U?" His mouth gaped open, unable to process things.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.