Mystery Riddles Novels & Stories

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.

Raymond answered, causing me to nod my head in response. His words plunged me into thought, and I began to wonder if my instinct was right all along. The new Xenra was really suspicious, and Raymond's words had only served to confirm my speculations. But then, I still was still trying to connect the dots when Raymond's words came again,

Suddenly Celine felt this prickling sensation behind her neck, as if someone was watching. So she looked around, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was her mystery guy in the dark suit. She stared right back, issuing a challenge. ‘Hey there. Took you forever to notice me,’ she thought. ‘Let’s see who gives up first?’ She raised an eyebrow, and he grinned, so she smiled back. Celine felt like some communication passed between them in the few seconds they stared at each other.

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.

“Nothing seemed to make sense so far. As I tried to piece together an improbable puzzle in my mind, the more my head throbbed with pain. It was almost impossible to attach any meaning to those riddles. Marks and mysteries, the title itself was already a riddle. I, who had gradually climbed to better positions in my career in the police, now felt like an ugly duckling and incapable of solving an apparently simple investigation. In fact, only apparently, because deep down, that race to find some meaning seemed to have no end.

**The Puzzle Deepens** Caden and Lily huddled together in the dimly lit confines of Elara's hut, a sanctuary brimming with decades of wisdom. The low warmth of the flickering candle cast dancing shadows across the walls, which were lined with bundles of dried herbs, intricately woven charms, and ancient artifacts that whispered stories of old. Each corner of the room felt alive with the echoes of countless rituals and remedies, creating an atmosphere that both comforted and heightened the tension in the air. On the worn wooden table before them lay the cryptic clue that Elara had unearthed earlier that fateful evening. Its enigmatic words seemed to swirl in their minds, an intricate puzzle j

But I couldn't relax, not when there was a mystery to be solved. I paced back and forth, my mind racing with possibilities. Every time I thought I had a solid lead, something would throw me off track. It was as if someone was always one step ahead of me, always one move ahead in this game of cat and mouse. But I was determined not to give up. I would follow every lead, turn over every stone, until I found the truth. Nothing would stop me, not even the laziness of a black bee. The black bee looked up at me with a look of annoyance etched across its face. It was as if it couldn't fathom why I was bothering it with something as trivial as a riddle. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at

Suddenly, the screeching of rubber tires filled the lobby's atmosphere and all of us saw that the bus had arrived. I sat next to Nikita, keeping my distance away from the trio. At any cost, I knew I had to figure out the truth as something about this whole situation doesn't make any sense. There was definitely something big in the picture. But what? While taking some pictures of the beautiful scenery along the way, I was navigating through my photos and came across the blood ridden ring. Two mysteries remained unsolved. I had to crack them! I just had to! I would never be at peace until I solved them completely! But I was stuck at a dead end. I had to stop slacking and start investigating.

I wasn’t thirsty either—that I already forgot my pitcher inside Nickos’ room. Perhaps, I would not be able to sleep the whole night. Things were undeniably confusing me as I ambled inside my room and locked the door. I took off my robe and neatly returned it to my black mannequin. Letting my lampshade open, I sat at the center of the bed and tirelessly leaned my back on its cushy headboard. I was completely baffled, and I hated this feeling! Then, I just blankly stared at the ceiling. It seemed like my mind was traveling in a big puzzle, having the benefit of the doubt regarding my parents. It was hard to find the missing puzzle pieces when those were intentionally kept or hidden from me.