Riddle Me This Novels & Stories

"Did you figure out the answer?" "Of course! It's just a riddle. Piece of cake!" "Which one did you solve?" "There's a snake in the forest, but it never bit anyone. Why?" The other person seemed puzzled. "Uh… Why?" "Because there's no one in the forest!" "Oh, you're so smart! Why don't you try the final question?" "What's the final question?" "It's a distich." "Like a two-line poem that rhymes?" "Sort of… But instead of words, it's a number."

"If it weren't for me, you would've died long–" Before I could finish, Josie raised her hand and slapped me across the face.

Alpha Axel said, and the third man with them began. “Solve the riddle. That's all. Listen well.” I peeled my ears out. Ready to catch his every word, even though the thundering of my heart made things harder. My fingers fidgeted crazily with each other, as he spoke, “The man who made it doesn't want it; The man who bought it doesn't need it; The man who needs it doesn't know it; The man who knows it doesn't want it; What is it?” “You have five minutes, sweetie.” Aurora said with fatal venom.

Cassandra, gathering her strength, yelled over the powerful melody, "We've faced your trial, Raven! Release him!" The raven lowered its head, locking eyes with her. "Your bravery and intellect have been tested. But the trial isn't over. To free your friend, answer this riddle: 'I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost every person. What am I?'" Cassandra thought for a moment, then whispered, "A pencil lead." The raven let out a triumphant caw, and the enchantment broke. Darius dazed, returned to their side.

He could see the other side where the Sea end, just one more riddle and the Sea will be completely divided. "My last riddle. Look at me. I can bring a smile to your face, a tear to your eye, or even a thought to your mind. But, I can't be seen. What am I?" "Memories." "Hmmm, you've gotten all the answers correctly, you are the first person who would solve my riddles, you may pass." The lady said and disappeared. Jorkallun entered the dry land as the sea became walls to him as he walked across.

I laughed and shook my head before giving in to my stomach demanding some food. I ended up eating most of the food on the table until I couldn't eat anymore, not realizing that I was that hungry. When I was done, I picked up the envelope to read the next riddle. "You measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. I'm quick when I'm thin and slow when I'm fat. The wind is my enemy."

"Let us find out if you are as brilliant as your reputation promises." She looked at him directly. "Riddle me this." The moonlight held perfectly still. "I am the lock that holds no key — yet every man who seeks me brings one. I am the throne that crowns no king — yet every king who kneels before me rises. I give most to the man who asks for nothing, and I destroy the man who demands everything." She let the silence stretch. The candle on the nightstand flickered once. "What am I?"

Or realization. “What?” I asked. He hesitated, then shot me a meaningful look. “I think… I think I know what it might be.” “Well, don’t keep me in suspense.” Liam rubbed the back of his neck, which was rapidly flushing red, and he suddenly looked uncomfortable. “The riddle says ‘honest and true,’ right? And something that requires two people. What if it’s… a kiss?”

Varric continued, “You will each be given the riddle. You may work alone, or seek help from those who stand with you. But know this: speed alone will not grant victory. Only truth will.” An attendant pressed a rolled parchment into my hands. My pulse thundered as I unrolled it. The riddle’s first line leapt out at me: “I am taken from a mine, locked in a wooden case, never released, and yet almost every soul uses me. What am I?” My lips parted. A riddle. A test of patience, not blades. Serena scoffed behind me. “Child’s play.” But as I read on, the riddles grew stranger, deeper, layered in metaphor and hidden meaning. They weren’t just puzzles—they were traps for the impatient.

I smirked at him. "That's good and smart thinking. Where's it?" He asked me. "It's not a literal map but a code. A riddle. The mystery is almost always needed to be solved by both the mage and the sage." I responded "So, what's the riddle?" He asked. "I don't know." "You don't?" "I don't." "How do we then solve it?" He asked me. "We hope I have the answers to it. The riddle will be written in over three different languages on the wall of the entrance. I hope I know one of the languages and I hope I can solve it. I will need to use the dark arts to even solve this riddle."