Riddle Doors Novels & Stories

He just had to find the right door. Cedrick continued his search, each step deliberate and silent. The corridor stretched ahead, an endless series of doors and secrets. As he moved, he noticed something peculiar—no CCTV cameras were in the area. Given the nature of the Red House, Cedrick was certain that surveillance existed but was hidden, perhaps embedded discreetly within the ornate decor or behind the elegant wall fixtures. This realization made him even more cautious. He had to tread carefully, knowing that eyes could be on him at any moment.

she remarked, her voice tinged with suspicion. Alex nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the door. "It looks more like a test of wits," he observed, a note of caution in his voice. Before they could contemplate the nature of the trial any further, the guardian's voice echoed through the chamber once more. "To pass through this door, you must solve the riddle inscribed upon it," it declared. "Fail, and you will remain trapped in this chamber forever." Sarah's heart sank at the ominous warning. "What's the riddle?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Raphael said as he inspects the area, “What is behind this door?” “That, I wonder. This isn’t just your normal metallic door. It’s a double door with a revolving code and a password. The door is made of pure metal, it can prevent even a bomb from opening it and as you can see it has the size of a house,” I brief everyone. Everyone stayed quiet. Hearing a voice from afar, I turn my head and watch as my partner drags the bastard across the hallway. He was cursing and bleeding. It was a delightful sight.

Now I was beginning to regret not having a plan. Leading by impulse? Horrible decision. And as my feet took me from the beginning of the hall to the end, my fingers tugging and twisting at a lock of my hair I wondered what room was Ryker's. There were six doors, all identical with no distinction of which belonged to who. If I opened the wrong door I could come face to face with one of the male servant. At least I was in the male servants quarters so one of these doors had to be Ryker's

Right door, somewhere near in my name, digit considered to be jinxed and feared. Fingers twitching, I decipher the code engraved in its surface, knowing the only way forward is to unlock its secrets. As I tried to combine the keywords that corresponds to each room, I stand still as if the door stares at me, mocking me with its secrets. I know it will grant me the answers I seek, but only if I can solve the riddle presented to me. It was as if no matter how long I stand motionless in front of it, the door will remain firmly shut until I can solve the puzzle presented to me. One by one, I carefully piece together the keywords that are necessary to open its mysterious gates.

Every place took its own space and would fit together when needed. As she contemplated everything that she needed to. The doorbell rang, and she went to the door. Her brother was standing there with a box in his hands. “This is a short-range one, but it works better and won’t affect cell phones or Wi-Fi.” He pressed the button, and the lights dimmed for a second, and then he did it again when everything had reset. “Just to be sure.”

Instead, the rage was building up, knowing that whoever was behind this always seemed to be a step ahead. The door to the master bedroom was opened, and Nueva quickly grabbed her robe hanging on a hook behind the door and put it over her naked, shivering body. She continued towards the office door, and from there, she could sense multiple heartbeats. The door had been left slightly open, and a note was stuck to the glossy wood. On the paper was written. The more there is, the less you see... "What the hell? A freaking riddle." She growled deep down in her chest and ripped the paper off the door before gently pushing it open.

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

The sound of stone cracking and crumbling echoed through the tomb, momentarily disrupting the eerie silence. Another riddle required them to solve an ancient puzzle inscribed on a door. The symbols were unfamiliar, yet they held a certain logic. The door, a massive slab of stone, was covered in intricate carvings that seemed to shift and change as the torchlight played over them. In the center of the door was a series of symbols arranged in a circular pattern, each symbol linked by lines and arrows. Lupa stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied the puzzle. “These symbols… they look similar to the ones we saw in the corridor,” she said, her voice thoughtful.

The dark room contains of drugs and a huge casket. I wasn't afraid of the casket but I am curious about the doors. Each door has a passcode except for one. I went to the door and slightly opened it. I went inside it and the walls clearly spelt danger in Russian Language. I kept walking along the short corridor until I saw two doors. I almost turned back uninterestedly until I started hearing moans from the left door. The Moans and groans increased so that I couldn't stop myself from satisfying my curiosity.