Gotham Ed Nygma Novels & Stories

He glanced at the burly men groaning on the ground and at Thierry leaning against the car, his brows furrowing slightly before his eyes finally settled on Amelia. The woman wore simple casual clothes, yet her extraordinary bearing was unmistakable—especially her face and those eyes, calm and unruffled, yet seemingly able to see through everything. It made him feel a faint sense of trouble, but then he reminded himself: this was just LA, not New York, merely a city district. No matter how formidable someone was here, what real waves could they make? After all, he was Nigel Powell, a core executive sent by New York's the Woodward Group to expand into the LA market—no ordinary man himself.

“What the hell is a Vengas? Why did you bring me all the way down here? If this is a trap, I’m absolutely not playing your ridiculous game.” I laughed, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a low, cold warning. “You are so incredibly clueless about yourself,” I said, my tone mocking his ignorance. “You think you know exactly who you are, Noah? You don’t know anything. A Vengas is not a human being. They are terrifyingly dangerous, capable of stealing a wolf’s entire power with a single touch. And you? You are officially one of them.”