Riddle Me This Novels & Stories

"At this point, I have nothing else to go on. Whatever information you have, though, if you add my riddle to it, perhaps you can find it and then we'll both win." She studies me. Considers it. "Where did you get the riddle?" "Is that important?" "It is if you're making all this up." She cocks her head. I sneer. "From that old scholar Igor Rhodes in Dyad Marketplace. I ... persuaded him to tell me everything he knows." "Igor Rhodes?" She frowns. "I just paid him a second visit." I take a step closer to her desk. "I assure you; he told me everything he knows."

No other organs. I had my eyes closed tightly and then noticed the silence in my cell. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Rana and Megera, who looked at me with expectant gazes. They trusted me to solve this. I looked away from them, away from their faces, and looked around at the other cells. Everybody was busy thrashing their rooms. Some were trying to climb their cells, some were fighting with each other. All these demons just.. I snapped my head back to my teammates. The riddle says what. Not who. It's a thing. It's an item. An item that's here somewhere. Hearts.. Hearts...

Juna looked at him. Aiys laughed hearing that, "How do you want it?" Juna asked. "What's the challenge?" asked Aiys back. "Whoever is tall will have to follow his request," Juna explained, lifting her little finger. Aiys looked ahead at Juna trying to find a loophole for Juna's crime. "Okay," replied Aiys intertwining their fingers.

Abby stutters. “Sorry. That was random and kind of loud. I didn't mean to just blurt it at you like that. What I meant is, what are a few things that you like? Like something you have or had at your home that gives you comfort.” Gabe says in a softer tone. "Books, magazines, puzzles, coloring books. Things like that."

I rushed to answer. - Yes… - Well, I see you got my riddle. - I did, what is next? - If you know Rita that well as you claim you do you will solve this and discover a place. Then go to that place and there you will find, you will figure it put where, the million-point question. Answer that correctly and Rita gets water to drink, answer wrong, and…well you will find out at the right moment.

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.

“First riddle: ‘I am not alive, but I can grow; I don’t have lungs, but I need air; I don’t have a mouth, and I can drown. What am I?’” Thalia blinked, mind scrambling. Then the answer landed. “Fire.” A few approving murmurs from the crowd. Bryndis didn’t smile. “Second: ‘The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?’” Thalia’s brow furrowed. She whispered to herself, “That’s either an existential crisis or…” She smiled, voice strong: “Footsteps.” A ripple of surprise from a few of the younger wolves. Bryndis’s lips twitched, just barely. “Last riddle.

"What's that?" "It's what I heard at the wishing well. In my mother's voice. Her voice came out of the well and told me that." "What was it again?" He scoots closer to me and, thankfully, isn't acting like I'm insane. "Your aim is not the object you seek, but the door it is behind," I repeat. "It's a riddle." I frown. "Yeah, but ..." I shake my head. "I don't get it." A light appears through the fog, sweeping past our boat. Alec and I both freeze. We're thinking the same thing: is it the Silver Hunters?

“Not really, but it’s quite fun. How about you?” “I like playing riddles.” “Really?” “Yes. Let’s play?” “Sure!” “Okay. Guess the answer to this. I am round but not always around. Sometimes I'm light, sometimes I'm dark, sometimes I'm both. Sometimes I'm whole, sometimes I'm not, sometimes a glimpse of me is all you'll get. Everyone wants to step on me but few got a chance. What am I?” “Is that a planet?” “Nope.” He chuckled. Hmm. The phrases were easy, but I cannot guess the answer.

And it’s not for me—it’s for herself. “Do you like riddles?” she asks. I blink. “Sometimes.” “I have one for you,” she says, picking at her tart. “What lies with a smile, hides with a gift, and steals with soft hands?” I raise an eyebrow. “Sounds poetic.” “Answer it,” she presses, eyes gleaming. I chuckle. “A thief?” Hazel shrugs. “Close enough.” She pops a piece of the tart into her mouth and hums. “You always bring sweets. Why?”