Riddler Puzzles Novels & Stories

“The riddle is trying to throw us off, by making us choose from one pillar. But what if the answer is one symbol from both riddles?” “You could be right,” I acquiesced. “Especially since every message in these riddles is about two halves completing a whole. But which combination of symbols is correct?” Evelina bit her bottom, contemplating my question. “How about…I pick a symbol mentioned in the riddle on my pillar, and you pick any of the two symbols from yours? If this really is about teamwork, then we both should pick.” “If this doesn’t work, something even worse is going to jump out and try to kill us,” I pointed out.

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.

Now I don't know if I should be thanking my hoe ass pussy for craving his touch to feel better or Lindsay for putting me in this situation but all the same, I let out gratitude to the universe for having Cass alongside me. "You have ten seconds to give the correct answer to each riddle and your inability to work with time could mar this opportunity!" The riddle man rubbed his hands in anticipation and brought a cigarette from his pocket. I watched him conjure a flame of fire with the snapping of his fingers as he began puffing out smoke. "Let's get started, we are ready, riddle-man." Cass nodded his head at him. "Wait a minute! Don't tell me you have been referring to me as the riddle-man al

We rushed to the keyboard on the desk, typed a few keys, and a drawer popped open with another note. "'The more of me you take, the more you leave behind.'" I frowned. "A burden?" "No." "Debt?" "No." "Childhood trauma?" Creed gave me a look. "…Footsteps." "Okay, Mr. Genius, go on." --- The riddles just got worse. By the 30-minute mark, we were lying on the floor. "This is stupid," I groaned. "Who has fun doing this?" Creed leaned his head back. "People who like puzzles. Problem-solving."

It had been over thirty minutes since the hacker's last call. As if the hacker was aware of the growing frustration in the room, he called via the computer he had called through earlier on. The same picture of the joker appeared, and everyone gathered around to watch. "Hello, everyone," said the hacker. "For the next task! I've decided to give you all the answers at once if it can be solved." "Well, what's that?" Henry asked. "Riddles!" declared the hacker. "I'll ask you three riddles, and if you or any of your staff can answer all, I'll tell you the password."

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.

What in the world of riddles was that supposed to mean? I flip the paper over peering at all corners like a crazed person on a truth hunt. That couldn't be it! How was I to know what to do with a small key and a note of jumbled nonsense? Whoever was doing this was only succeeding at sending me into a deeper spiral of confusion than helping. A faint scribble just at the right edge of the paper has me squinting my eyes and sighing in frustration as I try to make out the word. E-S-M-E-R-A-L-D-A…

Darius' voice boomed and I sighed. We followed Darius through the dense trees and into a small clearing that felt almost claustrophobic compared to the previous wide, open arenas we’d used for the competitions. We stopped in front of a long wooden table, where several strange puzzles were laid out. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. The puzzles weren’t just your average jigsaw or word games. No, these things were bizarre. Some were made of twisted, jagged shapes that seemed to float above the table as if gravity didn’t apply to them. Others looked like intricate locks, each with symbols that shifted every time you looked away. The entire setup felt alive—constantly moving,

I immersed myself in the challenge, allowing my intuition and intellect to guide me. Hours turned into days as I navigated through the labyrinth of knowledge. Each riddle I solved brought me closer to the truth, unraveling the mysteries contained within the orb. It tested my patience, my determination, and my ability to think outside the box. But with each triumph, I felt a surge of exhilaration, a deepening sense of self-discovery. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I stood before the last puzzle. The answer to this riddle would unlock the final piece of the orb's message, revealing its true purpose. I took a deep breath, focusing all my energy and knowledge into deciphering the e

She had her phone out, and she scrolled down the screen a couple of times while she examined them one by one. Nine ridiculous riddles. Each referencing some important moment in Rinaldi's relationship with his fiancée, Alyssa Berry. Each, theoretically, leading to a piece of the fortune. The Set had a handful of Rinaldi's old journals, and his well-loved atlas - which had proven to be an invaluable resource - but it wasn't enough. To people who knew little about Rinaldi's relationship with Alyssa, these were only pieces of clues.