Riddlers Riddles Novels & Stories

Short, simple answers—just enough to get through this without giving him more ammunition. His lips twitch, not quite a smile but something close, and it makes my stomach churn. “You’re always playing games, aren’t you?” he says, his words laced with a venom I’ve heard a hundred times before. “When are you going to focus on something that actually matters?” My fists clench at my sides, nails digging into my palms. Don’t react. Don’t give him the satisfaction. “Hockey matters to me,” I say, my tone sharper than I intended.

This final step was mine alone to conquer. The riddle spoke of choices and sacrifices, a metaphorical journey that mirrored the challenges we faced in our lives. It required not just intellect but insight into the intricacies of the pack dynamics. As I contemplated the riddle, a distant noise caught my attention. I turned to see Ralph, a calculating look in his eyes. The rivalry had reached a critical point, and the final challenge held more than just the promise of victory. Ignoring the distraction, I focused on the riddle, each word resonating with the lessons learned throughout the competition. It wasn't just about reaching the destination; it was about the journey and the choices made al

My heart pounded as I gazed upon the ancient riddle, silently mouthing the words over and over again to myself, a million questions whirling through my head. I knew that the correct answer was the key to my very survival, but what riddle has the key to my room? I was familiar with the language, but the words were elusive, and nothing made sense. Every second I wasted felt like a step closer to certain death. I scanned the lines, desperately searching for answers in the seemingly meaningless combination of words. Left door, affectionate face, lovers fate. Right door, somewhere near in my name, digit considered to be jinxed and feared.

I look at the timer and it’s 4. 3 2. Wait, looking at the nature of the riddle it’s talking about something dangerous right? And what could be more dangerous than a snake visiting you? With my hands on the keyboard, I randomly typed snake and instantly the timer dropped down to zero. A red X displayed under it with the caption. Failed. The text wiped off as another appeared on the text box. . “Right answer, DEATH”

~Dawn The riddle made no sense as I read it in my mind. Untouchable as unseen, a ghost of something you'll never be. See him once, never twice, and witness something as cold as ice. Trust someone just as bad, you don't want to make him mad. "Is this a warning?" I question. I couldn't see any other explanation for this strange riddle which I had no answer to. Kaden stays silent for awhile longer before he spoke again, letting me process what was on the note. "I want your answer by midnight. Someone will come for it. If you fail to answer the riddle, they will die. If you answer it correctly, they live."

"Unbelievable! I can't believe it. I am right! If I hadn't learned the riddle by heart, I would never have realized its meaning that was hidden under my nose." "From your words, I take it you have found the answer finally." "Yes! I am certain," Apollyon finally revealed a genuine smile. The first one he had for a while. A smile of satisfaction that was compatible with his childlike face. "I subconsciously knew the answer. It was always there, yet, I couldn't see it. Scarlet, teal, orange, red, although all these are separate words, their beginning seems to form another word with an entirely different meaning. However, something still misses. Something more. Mithril, bloodstones, rubies, emer