Moon Riddle Novels & Stories

But he's stubborn to not have talked when he is supposed to. “Evening is the best time for communicating with the moon goddess.” He added and like a parable I know where he was driving at, the old woman Lola, she would kill me if ever she is to find out I have been seeking refugee camp with Ramanov, just yet again another shade of fear struck through my spine turning my bile to flush.

“But to earn the Sword of War, you must prove you are worthy of it.” He handed me a riddle, a test of wit and strength, a challenge I had to face alone. The riddle was strange, and cryptic, about the Moon Realm. But somehow, deep within me, I understood it. I spoke the answer with confidence, and when I did, his eyes widened in approval. "The moon never runs to hide in the moon realm. Day and Night are controlled by the moon and an even brighter moon." I answered. “No one except the chosen one knows this,” he said, his voice full of awe. “You have been to the Moon Realm. You’ve been blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.”

"Your eyes sparkle like the Northern Lights when you're angry." "I think Julien is on the right track. The moon is the most logical answer to the riddle," Brage continues, with a pensive look. "Is the moon our answer?" Indra wonders, looking at everyone’s faces. "It's our heads at stake, literally if we're wrong," she adds. "What else could it be?" Enock frowns. Everyone looks at each other to see if anyone has a better answer, shaking their heads in unison. "All right, let's give the witch our answer," Indra mutters nervously, walking back toward the table. "The answer is...," she begins, but is interrupted by Brage.

The water bearer pours knowledge, pure and true, While the fish swim deep with a sound to pursue.” She then paused. “If you survive them all,” she said, eyes gleaming, “there is one final riddle.” “I fly without wings, I cry without eyes. Wherever I go, darkness dies. What am I?” Artemis laughed to her heart’s content then added “Solve this riddle, conquer my Zodiac’s might, and the moonbird shall soon be yours…” The demon tilted her head. “Do you accept?”

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

"Things are getting complicated. If we ask the other Moon Priests and Priestesses, I doubt they'll help a silver wolf, or they'll tell us the same thing. Plus, the distance will consume too much of our time and could be tiresome for the same result. This mystery is like roaming around the deep ocean for empty treasures." This day left us hopeless. She left the comb on the table, then rummaged in the drawers. "But cheer up! I have a clever idea but success is not guaranteed. The nearest and fastest way for us to figure out the truth is to inquire to the Moon Goddess herself— AAAH!" Her screech penetrated my keen hearing, then chills me! She came rushing behind me on the bed while cringing. "W

The woman’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “I am merely a vessel, an echo of the relic’s authority. And in that, I speak for the moon's timeless knowledge.” Luna clenched her fists, raising her voice. “Stop with the riddles! If you have answers, just give them to me. Why are you doing this? What does the moon want from me?” The woman's expression softened, but she remained disturbing. "The moon chose you, Luna, because you are its essence in a human form. Its energy runs through your blood, mingled with the relic's enchantment. But such power comes with a price."

Somewhere in the dark, Marla ran with Reed and thought she was free because she’d always mistaken attention for safety. And above all of it, the Moon listened—cold and bright and hungry for balance. Two days. Then the key would turn. And MoonRiver would learn what burned, and what didn’t, when an Alpha chose love over the throne, and a girl of braids and bruises decided the curse in her blood answered to her or to no one at all.

Atlene asks, feeling foolish for asking, but asking anyway. "Yes. The moon goddess told me that a wolf was the only being that could actually save her. She did not give me all the details before I trembled and lost signal. I got from that conversation, that she was actually in trouble…" Ringan says tiredly. Then she suddenly stops, and rushes to the window, pointing at the blackness therein. "There's a drawing! A drawing!" She keeps yelling, and Atlene looks at it too. They look very hopeful. "But that is not a kite, or is it?" Ringan notices, looking at it from different angles.

For a moment, all the cares and worries of the world melted away, and we were left with nothing but the simple, profound beauty of the moonlight. As the excitement of discovering the answer to our riddle began to fade, we were brought back to the task at hand by the guy from the couple who had been lost in their own world just moments before. "Uhmm... but where is our next clue?" he asked, a note of innocent confusion in his voice. I scanned the area around us, my eyes darting back and forth in search of any clue that might point us in the right direction. The moonlight continued to shine down on us, casting everything in a silver glow that seemed to make even the darkest corners of the fore