Riddle Me This Novels & Stories

Right next to me. "What was the riddle?" My mother asked. "He is at the place where the poor would go with fear and the rich would go with ego. He says if I'm unable to find him before the next 2 hours, He would hurt Alyssa and Gina " I replied in a haste.

A guy in a tie-dye poncho stood up and announced, “Okay, I’m just gonna freestyle a riddle, like off the dome.” Everyone booed in delight. “Do it!” He cleared his throat dramatically. “I’m tall when I’m young, and short when I’m old. What am I?” Katherine whispered to Kingsley, “Is it a candle?” He raised his brows. “You’re on fire.” She smiled slightly. “Literally.” Back at the circle, the group had already guessed it. Then came another: “What can fill a room but take up no space?” Several people called out guesses. Someone finally got it—“Light.”

THIRD PERSON POV He quickened his pace, stopping in front of a heavy steel door. A keypad blinked beside it, demanding another code. His phone buzzed again. Another message from the unknown number: “Final test. Solve this, or she dies.” Attached was a riddle: “I’m taken from a mine, and shut inside a wooden case, from which I am never released. What am I?” Mason’s mind raced. The captors were toying with him, but he didn’t have time to waste. He focused on the riddle, breaking it down.

My brows furrowed as I looked back at him. He spun around without another word. He bent down and picked up a lump of glowing coal from the flames with his bare hand. I flinched at the movement even though I knew it wouldn't hurt him. "First the riddle." He muttered. "I can fly like a bird not in the sky, which can always swim and can always dry. I say goodbye at night and morning hi. I'm part of you. What am I? I follow and lead as you pass, dress yourself in black my darkness lasts. I flee the light, but without the sun, Your view of me would be gone. What am I?" He slowly stood up, holding the red coal in his palm. I nodded.

I hold the weight of hopes and fears, Yet fragile, I can shatter tears. What am I?" As I read the puzzling words of the riddle aloud, a wave of frustration washes over me. What if I only have one chance to answer correctly? If the Wall isn't the solution, what awaits me? Instant death? A lifetime confined to these dreary dungeons?

The stage was set for the final confrontation as the duel reached its peak. Thane's eyes locked onto Axel and Kieran. "Here are your three riddles. Answer them, and you may leave with your pride intact. Fail, and you will never bother Lunar pack again." “Riddle One.” Thane began. "I am always coming but never arrive, I have a head, but never hair, I have a bed, but never sleep, I have a mouth, but never speak. What am I?" Axel's confident smile faltered. "A river?"

“Well, as per the book I had been reading, it said that there was a tricky way to brew certain potion through which we could establish communication with the mage. It was far better and quicker than traveling all the way to the Burham mountains that would take weeks. As such, I had been able to brew such a potion but upon sending a message of help through the channel, we received a puzzle that we could neither make head nor tail of.” Valencia arched her eyebrows and spoke, “Enough build up, what is this confusing riddle? Let me hear it.” Freyge sighed and recounted the words as he had done nothing save thinking about an answer to that insanely stupid question. “It goes something like this- I

Was burning, she burst out crying again Annoying, and understanding the problem, I rocked her without a word, waiting for her to sleep so that I could go and solve Isadora's little problem; she was seriously starting to bother me and I could make her understand the difference between her and Miryam. As you have probably understood, Isadora is the mother of this little girl, RL, and hold on tight, her father is Rakim El Kassim, aka my bastard father, which incidentally makes this little girl my little sister.

she shot back, tapping the hem of her dress, “I think smart people like you love puzzles. Maybe that’s why you always look so…mean and serious.” What audacity of this human child! Daring to speak to me as if she were equal, and yet, I felt no irritation. Only… intrigue. “Perhaps,” I said slowly, “Do you like riddles too?” “Oh yes!” Her face lit up immediately with my question. “Can you give me one?” I thought for a moment, deciding if I should indulge her in the conversation or not. “Alright,” I said, my voice dropping into a teasing growl. “I speak without a mouth and hear without ears, I have nobody, but I come alive with wind. What am I?”

Trick moves his chair so he faces me, my body basically between his knees as I turn to face him. "Babe," he starts, before he leans down, kissing me softly on the lips. "Yeah?" I pull back, not sure about this mood he's in. "Ask her!" Riley laughs from where she sits. "Ask me what?" I've never been more impatient in my life. Trick reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls two small boxes out. If I'm not mistaken, they're rings and my heart starts hammering. "Open this one first," he pushes one towards me.