Ed Nygma Gotham Novels & Stories

Magitek were extremely versatile and diverse in their designs and functionality, and were valued across Hyperion space. "We're both omen here, so let's be frank; what do you want?" Nya asked "Well, I still want to hear about you," he said with a grin "What?" "We can talk business later; I'm still very interested in you as a person and would like to get to know you a bit better." "Not much to say really," Nya shrugged, "I was normal about a month ago, picked the wrong pocket, got raped by some vampire and left for dead."

I kiss her again before pulling her tightly into my arms with her head resting on my chest. Mr. Hyde and his accomplices realize they are outnumbered now, and slowly they drop their weapons and fall to their knees. "This is not Italy. This is New York, and I own the city." I turn to the gang leader. "Waste the bodyguards, but these two, bring them to me; I want to give them a slow and very painful death." I turn on my heels with my arms securely wrapping Lily. The sound of a bullet against the skull and flesh fills the air.

Nyra Blackmoon had just informed me she had bypassed the sentinels and was heading directly toward the high-risk territory grounds. “Gorgo, calm your beast. It was that Beta wolf, Stelios, who sent an elite shadow-runner to deliver a sacred royal invitation to my den. I am coming as your honored pack guest!” Nyra’s voice sounded incredibly thrilled over the link, completely blind to the danger. “I shifted into my finest winter coat for tonight. I will never bring shame to your bloodline, I promise.”

I could see the reflection of the passing streetlights dancing in his irises. "I know you're a monster," I whispered, my voice as hard as flint. "I just don't care." Alaric let out a low, deep rumble of laughter that vibrated straight through the leather seats. "The Ashfords really are absolute fools. They threw away a war hammer to keep a glass toy." The Range Rover slowed down, passing through massive iron gates guarded by heavily armed werewolf enforcers wearing the crest of the Ravenscroft Citadel. The vehicle pulled into the underground staging area of the Blackthorn Transit Complex—the central command node for all mafia territory operations in the region.

“You're a traitor, Noah. You betrayed the whole werewolf community. You lack rationality. You're nothing but a fucked up monster.” “I know,” he grunts, wiggling on the floor. He tilts his head to Nyx, who is looking at him with a disgusted expression. “But everything related to her needs to be annihilated. Firstly, like that Advisor old hag. I must admit, she felt quite good to fuck despite her age, ah, it still turns_” Nys screams, such a blood-chilling scream. She stands on her feet, wobbly, I don't know what kind of power she possesses, but her eyes are full of vengeance.

9-After Red Athena awoke at seven in the morning, her sleep restless and fraught with vivid dreams. Her mind was consumed with worry, constantly searching for any sign that he was alright, while her cell phone desperately sought a signal. It was then that an urgent call from the prison director, Jake Carter, shattered the silence, informing her that something had happened to Nyx. Without divulging further details, he instructed her to rush to the prison immediately.

One of the square-faced men hedged and red spots appeared in my vision as a muscle ticked under my eye. Carla Winehouse ordered the guards not to let me through? I flashed my fangs at the men, “You would dare to disobey your Luna? Who the fuck gave these orders?” My growl seemed to have no effect on the men as their white faces focused on something behind me. “I did. What the hell do you think you're doing here?” A woman’s hard voice came from behind me, the cold edge of it so close to my ear that I jumped back with a scream, whirling around to meet none other than Nancy Gotham. The old Queen of Gotham.

Nya took the stone and inserted it into the chest, ready to drop it onto the plush looking red pillow laying there. “You don’t have to do that, you know!” a male voice, breathing labored, called from behind her. Nya froze, the stone still in her hand. She turned to look and saw Gator standing in the doorway, sweat still gleaming from his forehead. “What’s that?” she asked, not sure what he was getting at. “The Heart of Magic is very powerful. Are you sure you want to give all of that power away? Especially to the man you came here to kill?”

******* Alpha Kyo’s POV The morning air was sharp with frost as I returned from patrolling the Blackmoon perimeter. Something was off. I could smell it in the trees. Something magical. Are they using spells here? Thorax, I called my wolf silently, why do you keep showing me signs without revealing the full truth? But he didn’t answer. That meant only one thing — something was wrong. I quickened my steps. As I reached the east wing, I saw her. Nyx. Collapsing. “NYX!” I shouted, running to her. She was on the floor. Limp. Unmoving.

Camilla let out a desperate scream and clutched her pregnant belly as she dropped to her knees, trying to beg Andrew for mercy. "Mr. Lloyd, I'm pregnant… please, I'm begging you—for the sake of my baby, spare us! Please, just give us a second chance!" However, Andrew stepped to the side, refusing her plea without a second thought. "Sorry, but begging now is a little too late." He turned to Alfred and asked calmly, "Alfred, I'm thinking of appointing Nyla as the new head of the Goth family. Do you believe she's fit for the role?"