Mystery Riddles Novels & Stories

Nothing. A heavy silence fell between us. I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers against my brow. “Wait,” Pelin said suddenly. “What’s that?” I followed her gaze. “A riddle,” I breathed. My heart raced as I read aloud, my voice barely steady: “Along Ephesus’ quiet paths, tread with care, Listening to its whispers in the air. Deep secrets lie, in dreams they bide, Seek high and low, where mysteries hide. In arches and vaults, where knowledge dwells,

I ask as Lana thinks and we look around the place. We look around the place hoping that Demonica will not find us. We can still see some people fighting around and I look at Lana with a deep sigh. “Lana, look it is already 11 near midnight. We must figure out what the riddle mean. What is on top that will always be on top?” I ask as I think hard. “That riddle seems so hard there are so many answers it can be a roof, the sky, a hair or a hat? There are so many that are on the top and always be on top.” Lana said as I think.

She felt a connection to history as she did, and it made her feel alive. She also couldn’t help feeling, every time she picked up a book, that it held a riddle, some mystery to be solved—and that thrilled her. For some reason, she had always felt that there was a mystery lingering in her consciousness, something she needed to solve. She didn’t know what. It didn’t make sense, and that bothered her. When she worked on a rare book, at least she could solve clues she couldn’t put her fingers on in real life.

I went ahead to kiss her forehead and wished her a good night rest before getting back into my car. When I got home,I couldn't cook any meal cos I was so famished and can't bring myself to cooking dinner. I ordered for pizza and ate it with beer. I had a shower later then watched news for a while before going to bed. I couldn't sleep and was imagining what it was gonna be like to have Linda on my bed cuddling. With that,I stood up and took my coat ;the one I wore to work today, wrapped it after inhaling her scent, placed it beside me on the bed and cuddled it as if it were Linda. Before I knew it,I was already dozing off."Strange things love can do to a man"I thought sleeping.

The letters remained fixed, cryptic and maddeningly brief. "That's it?" Mirabel whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. "Heart of the willow? Eye of the storm? Raven, that doesn't tell me anything!" I stood frozen, staring at the parchment as if I could force the ink to rewrite itself. I had thought my mother left something tangible, but all she’d given me was a riddle. "Give me that," Mirabel snapped, snatching the parchment from my hands. "You must be holding the light wrong.

We shared ideas, dissected clues, and pieced together the fragmented puzzle of the secret society's true agenda. In one chamber, we encountered a riddle carved into the stone floor. Its cryptic message teased our minds, demanding not only knowledge but also lateral thinking. We wracked our brains, exploring every possible interpretation until, at last, the answer revealed itself. With a sense of triumph, we watched as the stone shifted, revealing a hidden passage to the next stage of our journey.

Fog rolled in, thick and red, the metallic tang of blood spraying across the walls. Samantha and Marcus were a room ahead of Chloe and Hunter, with Jasmine and Damon nipping at their heels, then Morgan and Fin. Three more rooms. The riddles were getting nastier. Door 6 Chloe and Hunter stared at their envelope. Hunter ripped it open. “I go all around the world but always stay in a corner. What am I?” “Time?” Hunter guessed, brow furrowed. “Wind? No, wait, a letter? A stamp!” The door clicked open. He grabbed her face and kissed her. “You’re a genius,” he said, grinning.

he said and disappeared. Then I woke up. I stared around, there was no one around. I shut my eyes again and this time I saw myself in a strange village. It was ancient. People passed with horses, and there were no colorful or fancy clothe. It was so ancient like the Mystical movies I usually watched. A man rode his horse towards me and asked "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Really? I'm being interrogated in my own nightmare. "Oh, are you one of the daughters?" The man asked.

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.