Riddlers Riddles Novels & Stories

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.

“You think this is a game? Let us go, and I’ll come to you. No tricks.” The distorted voice responded through the speakers, calm and mocking. “Such a noble offer, Detective. But we both know you’re far more interesting under pressure. You have two options: disarm the explosives, or solve my puzzle. Only one will save you.” Another riddle flashed onto the screen: “The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?” Mason’s mind raced. He had no time for games, but ignoring the riddle might lead to another trap. He repeated the words in his head: The more you take, the more you leave behind.

The next stroke on their path to the sacred place awaits its unveiling. Bryan's jaws drop for a moment, taken aback by the weight of being the first to answer. However, his extensive knowledge as a marine biologist swiftly comes to his aid. Gathering his composure, he processes the words of the riddle, and with unwavering confidence, he signs his response, "Sea anemone."

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."

“You should be able to decipher the writing now that you know the origin.” Without losing any time, Cutter sent a picture of the cross and Cinder’s sketch to Lyric, along with a message indicating where he thought she should look. “Thanks, Sis,” he said, hitting send. “I think you may’ve done more in the last few minutes to decipher this riddle than we have in weeks.” “Nah,” Cinder replied, waving him off and sliding back on the sofa away from her sketch. “You would’ve figured it out. Eventually.” “The only problem is, there’s no way to see what was originally etched in Ru’s back, is there?”

Marco walked first with the light stick entering the venue and the second was Sky followed by Daniel and me and lastly Andrew. I felt my nerves rise up because it was a dark and small path that only fit one person at one time. We can't see anything until we find weird words at the wall. "What is it?" Andrew asked from behind me "Riddle as usual, it's an upside down word and turned into weird fonts" Sky said. I looked at the words and completely clueless "Knife Sword Grenade Stone" Marco easily solved it and he spoke it out loud but nothing happen "We have to find something then.. it's not a shout out loud riddle" Daniel said

"Hit me with your best shot." Liam’s chest puffed out proudly. "What has hands but can’t clap?" It was one of the riddles they had learned from Mrs Langford. He was proud he knew the answer, and waited to see Edward fumble at it. Most adults did not know riddles, he thought. Edward pretended to think, tapping his chin. "Hmm. A fish with mittens?" Robyn erupted into giggles. "Nooo! Silly! It’s a clock!" "A clock!" He repeated, smacking his forehead dramatically. "Of course! How could I forget?"

He casually leaned his broad back against a massive oak tree, crossed his arms, and looked down at her with an infuriatingly handsome smirk. "We aren't lost, sweet Jane," William purred, his blue eyes gleaming. "We're simply on a private detour. And frankly, watching your eyes spark when you're fuming at me is far more entertaining than hunting for laminated pieces of paper." "This is a competition!" Jane squeaked, her face burning. She snatched the clue sheet from his pocket. "Okay, Riddle #3: 'I have a spine, but no bones. I have leaves, but no branches.' It's obviously a book! There’s probably a fake book hidden near the old log cabin!"

Rowan stepped in, his glare pinning Livia to the earth even more than Thalia’s hand had. “She made it through. That’s what matters.” Next came the riddles, delivered by Bryndis with a tone that could freeze sunlight. Thalia stood before her, shaking a little, trying not to let her nerves—or anything else—show. Bryndis’s eyes glittered. “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?’”

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?”