Riddles Stories Novels & Stories

Jude answered as he lifted the jug to pour water into a glass. Grace froze, listening carefully as he went on to recount everything that had happened. She remained quiet, absorbing every word. “Now Seth Darven will be gone…” Jude finished, sitting back down and handing her the glass. Grace blinked at the water, then spoke slowly. “Have you ever heard the story of the Hare and the Wolves?” Jude frowned, confused. He shook his head. “What is that? Tell me.” Grace began softly, her voice carrying a strange weight:

Then the final riddle appeared, more intricate than the others: **"I can be cracked, I can be made, I can be told, and I can be played. What am I?" Cayla’s breath caught. This one was different—so many possibilities. She turned to her group, searching their faces for any sign of inspiration. The emperor’s brows furrowed, and the warriors bit their lips in frustration, clearly struggling. The general, however, looked deep in thought, his eyes narrowing. “I think… I think it’s a **joke**,” the general said slowly. “A joke can be cracked, made, told, and played. It fits.”

"A long time ago, in the once great kingdom of Uprigralon lived two sister who ruled the kingdom, they were the only fairies dancers in the entire kingdom. They welcomed all types of fairies, Brownies, Pixies, Leprechauns, Elves, Kobolds and every kinds all lived in this wonderful kingdom. The sisters who loved themselves ruled in oneness and harmony until a Sluagh fairy, an old fairy, paid a visit to the kingdom. Everything changes as the elder sister became friends with the Sluagh fairy. She exchanged her dancing skills with a musical voice and dark powers. One day, the Sluagh fairy told her, for her to get the most lovely voice, she must kill all the fairies in the kingdom." Daisy said. "

Nandy. They would walk across the grounds to drop off Mahadev, then amble down to their apartment on the opposite end of the Madhuvan forest, all before nightfall. On Friday’s however, Mr. Nandy would recite a story and make the journey interesting. One day Jyotsna interrupted his excellent story about a sparrow couple and asked, “Tell us about the legend of Raja Krishna Chandra.” “It’s spooky. And real. Do you still wanna hear it?” He looked down at her. Everyone nodded.

Nina told us a story as we were eating per Hailey's request and she told a story about The Hare And The Tortoise. Mr. Tortoise dared Mr. Hare to go on a race with him and Hare agreed cause he felt it was an insult, but Mr. Tortoise had other plans, he placed four of his children who looked like him at the four rivers they were supposed to cross, so Mr. Hare ran till he died. And now Hailey is telling me that the tortoise's smartness made him won the race while I called it cheating. "It is not a crime to be smart uncle, and I loved what tortoise did."She said sticking out her tongue in a mocking way.

Raven did not know what more to say. "I wanted to hear your voice." He responded. Raven chuckled, he really seemed sweet for the type of man he was, "uh, well..." "Can you tell me a story?" Roman asked. "A story? About what?" "Anything Raven." "Okay, I guess I will tell you about Esther." "Who is that?" Roman asked intrigued. "My favorite story." "Okay, I would love to hear it." Raven went on to tell him the story and occasionally he would chip in asking here and there as to why no one did anything.

The man sounded so assuring. “How?” As much as he wanted to curse that person, Ruscov suppress himself. “I’ll tell you a story.” He heard footsteps. A creaking sound that soon disappeared as quickly as it does. There is a disturbing tapping noise that Ruscov bear as it sounded so easily triggering his annoyance. “There was once a rabbit, who hurt his paw. Where do you think they had brought him to get cured?” “What?” His forehead cease. ‘What kind of nonsense was it?’ He thought.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

I told them. The all kept looking at me and one said, "let me tell you how we got here, you have said yours". As he was about to started his story, another rats shut him and said," let me tell you the story we came from the same place" another one shut that one again and tried to say his own. None of them allowed the other one to say anything then they started fighting and trembled the cage such that it got the sorcerer's attention again

"My story can wait." "No, it's fine," Kira said, giving him a soft smile. "Just tell me the story, and it better be one with a happy ending." "I'll try," Baba Razz said, laughing softly. "Okay, so get comfortable while I get into it. My story is about a powerful witch named Lilith and the leader of a pack. A werewolf and a witch in love." "Ouuu, I love the sound of that," Kira said. "Does this leader have a name?"