Riddle Twisted Wonderland Novels & Stories

It didn't take me so much time to get to the east town and I noticed it was lively, there were kids running around everywhere and the streets were lit with lanterns and fireworks were bursting into the purple sky. "Ralph…seems there's a celebration…" I turned to Xerxes who was my team member, he had odd silver hair and gray eyes but he was considered to be the fastest wolf in the pack and he was extremely calm which was a complete paradox for his nature. He was also a lightning elemental wolf. "Yeah…" I had no idea what they were celebrating and if Lovette were here, she would have given me hints. Lovette…

She kisses my cheek and sinks more into my arms. “This is perfect, baby.” She interlaces our hands. “I love it.” I kiss the crown of her head before the kids come back tired with rough breathing with all the running. We give them water bottles and sit a couple of more minutes before leaving for a chocolate factory, which, by the way, is where Hazel wants to go. A couple of days ago I texted Hazel, querying there was something she wanted to do or go. She promptly replies to a chocolate factory where she can have chocolates without wasting a second reserved the whole factory for us.

Eleanor's eyes locked onto Lucas, tears spilling with rapid velocity as she struggled to stand right, her head throbbing and her body felt weak. But none of that matters because she had to find her sons "What do you mean the twins are missing?" he asked her, his voice laced with confusion. As she watched him drop the fry pan he was holding, gently removing his apron and gesturing for the maids in the kitchen to exit “And why are you up and about”

--- Claire reached the bottom of the staircase, her feet touching cold stone. She blinked into the gloom, letting her eyes adjust. It was some sort of underground passage— ancient and forgotten. She moved forward cautiously, the walls closing in around her. Her fingers brushed against faded tapestries and cold metal sconces. At the end of the corridor, she found a heavy wooden chest. It was chained shut, a thick padlock securing it. Claire’s heart leaped. Maybe the key could open this, too. With trembling hands, she tried it.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

The size of the pack shrank to the point where the werewolves could barely even afford to eat. Finally, Andre couldn't take it anymore and came to meet me. When his entourage arrived at the gates of the Bloodmoon pack, they stumbled upon a long line of suitors hoping to win my hand. He tried to push through the crowd but was stopped by the guards. "Sir, please don't cut the line. If you want to take part in the challenge, you'll need to start at the first round back there." Andre didn't quite get it. "What challenge are you talking about?"

She constantly shakes her head and continued counting that almost everyone from our side spouts out returns and replies. “Of course, it is as far as I can. It’s up to my decision.” “Is that an individual query?” “Dump that, it isn’t even a riddle.” “Four… aaand five! Over!” Closing my eyes tightly, I hoisted my right arm in a signal to quiet. “What is the answer?” I asked and the tiny creature giggled daintily, flying forth and back the opened portion of the tunnel. “You can only walk halfway into a forest, after that you are walking out of a forest.”

She stood up and tried to whisk them off with her hands but her effort yielded no results – they flew out very fast before they could get caught. “What’s that?” I cleared my throat after asking. I nearly got choked in the throat. “Fireflies!” she replied. “Their light is too bright, and they fly zigzag. These can’t be normal fireflies.” “That’s nothing strange, grandma. These are just fireflies. You need not be superstitious all the time.”

She’s locked the door and pulled many tables near the door to prevent him from not entering. “Lock every door in this house,” she ordered me and I hurried to each and every room, at last, the room where Chris is laying on the floor. “Yes, I did it,” Alex shouted in excitement. I turned to see that he unlocked the password and there’s a secret passageway opened. Maddy is staying outside. We went inside to find a boy tied up in ropes, his mouth is plastered, half-closed eyes. He seems so weak. “It has to be Malcolm,” I untied him and he got afraid of us.

And most importantly, what did they want with us? "I hope you can swim," the one at my back whose dark mask had red stitching on one cheek said. "Are we going for a swim?" My blonde friend asked. The other one chuckled, "Something like that." With a grimace, red stitching bent and pushed open a hole in the ground covered by a metal lid. The smell that wafted up was rancid. I covered my nose and my eyes watered. "What's in there?" Trish asked in a small, unsure voice.