Dumb Riddles Novels & Stories

Anyway, your gift is a riddle. A riddle that can save one of your family members' life if you decipher it on time. If not, oh well, pity. The riddle is: You oversee all my crimes. You can’t tell me no, not a single time. You smile and accept all my laughter and all my lies, so please save me before I die. This riddle is not just a gift, it’s a warning to you and your pack. Stop acting over-smart. Your smartness will lead you to a fate you wouldn’t want for your pack. By the time you decipher this riddle, you will understand who you are going against.

said Hazel as she turned to Zac and William. "I can't guess it," Zac said, shrugging his shoulder. Although he knew the answer, he decided to remain silent. Women liked it better when men acted dumb. William shook his head and said, "I'm not good with riddles." Hazel giggled and said, "Okay, I'll tell you. The answer is silence." "Oh yes! That makes sense." Ivy was a little disappointed since the answer seemed so obvious yet she couldn't have guessed it. Daisy's spirits also sank. She had been certain her answer was right.

Light in complexion and almost spotless except for the tiny dark birthmark on her forehead, which makes her look like an Indian lady, voiced out. "I partially agree with the part you said, they keep going on without stopping. After all Dumbi who is still an undergraduate has seven kids with seven different ladies. But you shouldn't judge all igbo men according to what you have seen or heard, you are trying to say all of them are like Mr Nzubechi, That's a stereotype." "You are right. So who is dumbi? " she asked, blowing hot air on her finger nails. "Kenechukwu's younger brother. Wait did I tell you he's back? "

Stupid fools! ***

I said. " Hmm…I see, took you a while to reply though" Ruya said. " My brain is perfectly fine," I said. " So you are dumb," Ruya said. " Are you asking or are you telling me?" I asked. " Oh I am not asking little princess, am telling you that you're dumb if you think I would do the whole thinking for you while you sit there looking all pretty," Ruya said " Okay, that's a little mean," I said.

"I'll ask you three riddles, and if you or any of your staff can answer all, I'll tell you the password." "Alright," Henry said, expecting it to be easy. "I live above a star but never burn. I have eleven neighbors, but they never turn. My initials are p, q, r, and sometimes s. What am I?" Everyone was silent, and Zoe started laughing. They turned to her, wondering what was funny. "I'm sorry, it's just that it's so easy that I expected y'all to chorus the answer!" Zoe said, trying to stop laughing. "Okay, smartypants, what's the answer?" Jack asked.

“At this station, we only have riddles for the players.” “Okay, bring it on,” Jayden said, excited. “Here’s the riddle: Two ducks are in front of a duck, two ducks are behind a duck, and one duck is in the middle. How many ducks are there?” Jayden stood there, stunned. “What…” “Here,” the assistant said, handing him a card with the riddle written on it. “You have three tries, or you can ask for help.” “No, I can figure it out,” Jayden said, pouting slightly as he tried to solve the riddle. “Um… three?”

Then the final riddle appeared, more intricate than the others: **"I can be cracked, I can be made, I can be told, and I can be played. What am I?" Cayla’s breath caught. This one was different—so many possibilities. She turned to her group, searching their faces for any sign of inspiration. The emperor’s brows furrowed, and the warriors bit their lips in frustration, clearly struggling. The general, however, looked deep in thought, his eyes narrowing. “I think… I think it’s a **joke**,” the general said slowly. “A joke can be cracked, made, told, and played. It fits.”

I said. This was an unexpected twist, they hadn’t seen this coming. If there was one thing I excelled in, it was catching people off guard. “Okay.” Jake and his brothers nodded. “Let’s get started, shall we?” I clapped my hands. “This is the first of three riddles, you are in a room that is completely bricked in on all four sides, including the ceiling and floor. You have nothing but a mirror and a wooden table in the room with you. How do you get out?”

“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?”