Black Riddles Novels & Stories

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.

We dived into the dark woods of Black-Ridge just as the first howl of the Hounds shattered the silence of the forest—a sound that d idn't come from a throat, but from the void itself.

“He won’t search the foundation immediately. He thinks I am too weak to hide under his nose.” He paused. A grim smile touched his lips. “Besides, the bond gave me something crucial, Elara. I saw their formations. I know where Blackwood is vulnerable. He thinks he broke me. He has no idea he just forged a weapon.” He carried me into the dark service stairwell. I closed my eyes. The rhythm of his heart beat against my ear—steady, powerful, and alive. “Rian,” I murmured, the question nagging at me. “The blue line. It turned black. What does black mean?”

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.

I was about to do something risky. "Mr Black, it is usually said among the people that you've only gotten to where you are through wrong means. Would you like to give an explanation or statement on that?" I asked, grabbing his attention. His forest green orbs immediately landed on me and I could see a storm slowly brewing in them. Patiently waiting for him to blow, I stared straight at him. Ryder Black scanned me from top to bottom then his eyes settled on my face and I could've sworn I saw something like surprise on his features but what do I know? He smirked and answered,

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She promises herself she’ll be at Brew Bear again after All Hallows’. In her elated state, she doesn’t notice three men peel themselves off a wall where they’ve been smoking, to then casually walk after her. Even more imperceptible are the humongous black shapes in the night sky above. Together they make up the shape of a titanic, stern countenance covering half the heavens but, once broken apart, they reveal themselves to be restless, spiky-shaped blackbirds. The sole thought that fills Rina’s mind is the time on her Cartier: Ten minutes to four. Amid deafening wing beats, the Raven-like creatures give off a ravenous, insectile hum.

“Let me guess then, Tell me if I’m wrong. That basket color is black and has a blood color strange rune on it. That rune is incomprehensible and gives off the ominous and evil feeling and anyone that tried to mess with it or even tried to comprehend it will go insane.” What the Black merchant said startled everyone in this room, they don’t know how but this is a national secret that the black merchant just said. Everyone in this room is getting more nervous and suspiciously looking at the Black merchant. But the one that’s alarming with this fact the most is the Black merchant himself, but this alarming didn’t show on his face.

“This can’t be real. Magic isn’t real. These dreams aren’t real. They’re just dreams.” Emily steps forward. “They’re visions, Raven. You tell me every night.” Raven frowns. “No, I don’t. I’ve never told you. I only ever told the cat.” I blink. “What cat? We don’t have a cat.” Raven looks at me like I’m the one losing it. “The black cat. With the blue streaks. It comes into my room at night.” Emily groans. “Oh, for the love of...”

Rey and I quickly put the black rose safely in the bag and stepped into the woods to return home, when— “Ggrrrrww…” A few slow growls sink in, freezing us on the spot. The scent of deceit and danger hit my nostrils, thickening the air. My blood ran cold, realising what it was. Black Rogues! This time, not one, but many more! We're doomed!