Black Riddles Novels & Stories

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".

Ibekwe crept towards the tree and tried to look inside the pot to discover its contents, but it was too high —too high for him to see. After much useless stretching of his limbs to catch a glimpse at the black pot, he decided to climb the tree to clear his curiosity once and for all. As he climbed the tree slowly, placing one foot over another and moving upwards at every push, he finally got to where the black pot hung. He opened the lid and looked inside the pot. Strange images that he had never seen filled his eyes. Images depicting different humans that he had never met. He stretched his hands wider and gazed at the pot inquisitively, then he stopped. Allowing the vision he had just seen

Black as midnight. A phantom.

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.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

It hurt that she didn't think I could handle whatever they seemed to be hiding. "Mia, I'm sure Kara has told you about the creatures of the night." He glanced at Kara, giving her a stern look as if he was telling her 'You should have kept your mouth shut' then looked back at me. "Well, they're not just stories," Mr. Black confessed. "Go on." I urged. Mr. Black scanned the room cautiously as if someone might be eavesdropping, then leaned in to speak in a hushed whisper. "Werewolves."

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

I nodded and turned to leave, "Thanks, Raini. I appreciate it. I'll be back soon." She smiled, "Don't keep me waiting, Zavier. I might just have to go out and start howling with those wild dogs." I laughed, "Trust me, Raini. You don't want to mess with those wild dogs. They can be quite vicious." She raised an eyebrow, "Is that a threat, Mr. Black?" I chuckled, "No, Raini. Just a warning." She shook her head, "You and your secrets. I swear, I'm going to need a decoder ring just to figure you out."

I hit the iron bar and try to scream, but it seems like my voice melts along with my heart. I see two gloved hands clutch on the bar. I turn my head and see the Black Tiger standing beside me, staring with his cold eyes. I look away as I don’t look pretty when I cry, my eyes must be red and swollen. He doesn’t say a single word; he just keeps staring at me until my sobs disappear.