Black Riddles Novels & Stories

Cassandra, gathering her strength, yelled over the powerful melody, "We've faced your trial, Raven! Release him!" The raven lowered its head, locking eyes with her. "Your bravery and intellect have been tested. But the trial isn't over. To free your friend, answer this riddle: 'I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost every person. What am I?'" Cassandra thought for a moment, then whispered, "A pencil lead." The raven let out a triumphant caw, and the enchantment broke. Darius dazed, returned to their side.

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

Shortly after that, Black ace appears into the room with a cunning laughter making a dry joke. Elizabeth " Sorry everyone.. I was just looking for a certain individual that came flying through here? Did anyone manage to see him? He hasn't paid for his flight tickets 🎫 (laughs) Infuriated by the rude interruption, Clement lashes out at Black ace angrily but he was quickly silenced by the young lady after coming face to face with a loaded revolver, pointed between his eyes. Clement " Are you MAD? DON'T YOU KNOW THIS IS A PRIVATE MEETING? Elizabeth" (pointing gun at Clement) Shut up you old fart! Unless that is you want me to fill your skull with lead.

“So?” Realizing she was going to be a tough cookie to crack, I had decided to play it straight. “Look, I’m just going to level with you, okay. She’s blackmailing me for an interview in her paper, claiming I’m this Black Crimson guy. And if I don’t give her what she wants, she says she’s going to write the article anyway. And I just can’t let her do that, so I need your help.” After a moment of thought, she said, “Well, are you the Black Crimson?”

It was such a beautiful moment that when I went down on one knee, I actually shed a tear! I grabbed the bouquet of the black roses from my side and smiled evilly. The black rose is a mysterious bloom that can convey many meanings. The color black has often been synonymous with death and mourning and is usually used at funerals. But black roses do have more meaning as well. They can stand for the beginning of new things and major changes. Dear darlo, I assure you that nightmares will become your reality. It will dance in front of you and with you constantly. It will also sing a lullaby for you in your sleep. It will never leave you alone.

It is indeed very cryptic and too confusing. "Is there anything else drawn besides this one?" I asked Dad. This riddle is difficult to crack without additional clues or someone who knows this symbolism... Symbolism... The tree is the Venenata Negra, this circle...a stone? Pearl? It could be anything else. But the cup looks ordinary. "The last image was the content of the cup must be poured down to the Venenata Negra and the tree will be filled with fire and burn down to ashes. It was a pretty straightforward image so I did not draw it. I only draw this because it was confusing." Dad answered me.

The riddle is cryptic and well crafted, it'll take some time to decipher but I can't be bothered about that since it's my turn. Arlo turns his attention to me, albeit reluctantly. “And for Isabeau, this is your riddle; Amidst the veil of night, a graceful dance of crimson; silver meets scarlet shrouded in uncertainty. Uncover the accord etched in moonlit secrecy. It whispers like a siren in deep waters, a covenant concealed beneath the veiled gaze of the night sky. What is this enigmatic bond that binds fate to fangs?” There's tension in the air as he speaks the final words.

I walked over to pull on one of the chains, but it didn’t budge. “We need to solve the riddle and turn the dial to reveal the correct symbols,” I grunted. Evelina took her place in front of the pillar opposite to me. “Each pillar holds part of the riddle…” she trailed off, her hands running across the symbols on it. I stepped closer to my pillar and read the words aloud: "In the heart of darkness, light must shine, But alone, its glow will fade with time. By shadow’s grace, the light is freed, Together, they are one in need."

“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.”

She is just several meters away from the bush and though Midnight was the fastest horse, she doesn't know if they can get away from the army of wolves across them. Narrah waited while trying to control the restless animal. Its hooves are stomping the ground, making a loud noise which is not what Narrah wanted. "Easy...easy buddy..." Narrah's attention was distracted but the menacing growl made her turn to the bush again. She gasped in fear when a huge raven black monster appeared, causing a deafening thunder of her heart. The red-eye monster is staring straight at her, giving her spine chilling fear. Its fur is as black as Midnight, its eyes red as blood, and its mere presence denotes death.