Black Riddles Novels & Stories

~Dawn The riddle made no sense as I read it in my mind. Untouchable as unseen, a ghost of something you'll never be. See him once, never twice, and witness something as cold as ice. Trust someone just as bad, you don't want to make him mad. "Is this a warning?" I question. I couldn't see any other explanation for this strange riddle which I had no answer to. Kaden stays silent for awhile longer before he spoke again, letting me process what was on the note. "I want your answer by midnight. Someone will come for it. If you fail to answer the riddle, they will die. If you answer it correctly, they live."

I can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

The color slowly drained from her face. "Oh..." ****😳😳****

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

This building's summit is so open that some areas are constructed to resemble tiny booths, which restricts his ability to see. "Rondolf!" Rula kept looking for him. "Can you hear me?" Brak! Cracks! Slang! Rula aimed her attention in the voice's direction. Brak! Rula moved to approach after being struck by something giant, the pile of wooden boxes shattered. A large black creature with a long robe covering its visage appeared shortly after. Rula shuddered. "What is that?" she muttered, silencing her lips."Demon?" Rula stepped on the thin wood behind her. A cracking sound caught the black figure's attention. He didn't say anything to Rula, but his fierce red eyes locked on hers, and the figure

If they are struck by a car, they disappear and the vehicle is not damaged. One famous black dog in English folklore is Black Shuck. Shuck derives from an old Anglo-Saxon term, scucca or sceocca, meaning “demon” or “Satan.” During the European witch hunts, witches were often said to have FAMILIARs in the form of black dogs, or to be visited by their master, the Devil, in the shape of a black dog. In Arabian lore, black dogs are a favorite form taken by the DJINN. If a djinn becomes attached to a human, it may assume the shape of a black dog in order to get close to that person. See

"How about we play a little guessing game of corrections, Ahmed? I provide you clues and you guess who I am." "That ain't my name, bįtch!" Imran spouts, and he bares his teeth while his eyes remain concealed by the scarf. "White devil pįg! Your white cracker áss is no match for my gang! You bunch of limp dįck pūsssies!" "Well, Ahmed... you certainly got the white part correct." Vladimir curtly nods once. "Now tell me what's silver and ebony and travels silently within the shadows, causing bones to snap?"

before blacking out this is all managed to get in the darkness. . . . . . . . .

~Night in the North~ The band of the night anti-supernatural creatures were all set out all on standby against the time the enemy steps forth unaware of their secret formation and intentions. They are all following the lead of Raven. "Kai, can you hear me now?" Raven asked tapping the piece plugged to her ear. "Yes Raven. Very clear" "I'm with Delilah. Check with Archie and the rest. Any time from now, we might spot something fishy around. I think they are probably thinking of setting a trap for us tonight"

She had passed the usual red, pink, yellow, and orange roses. One rose bunch that caught her eyes was such a deep red, it was black. The edges of the peddles you could only see a slight hint of red and blue. She became mesmerized by these roses since she has never seen such a rose before. She could not identify the type of rose it was. She thought about a poem she once wrote when she saw a picture of the black rose, Baccara. Darkness blankets it’s peddles tainted, darkened, blackened