Gotham Riddler Riddles Novels & Stories

Mathias declared, his voice filled with determination, yet tinged with a hint of apprehension. "Very well, then. Listen attentively, for I shall impart two riddles. Answer them correctly, and I shall bestow upon you the final riddle. The first riddle..." She began… *Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters* “The second…" *What walks on four feet in the morning, two in the afternoon and three at night?* “So what's the answer to my riddles, don't worry you have all the time in the world to think of the answer,” she her voice laced with sarcasm, fully aware that Mathias's time was rapidly slipping

She paused, her eyes narrowing as she said, "I have a riddle for you. If you can solve it, then perhaps I'll believe you're one of us.” “Alright,” I said, sitting up. “I’m listening.” “Three old men walked into a village and approached the innkeeper for a room,” she began. “Each of them gave him ten coins, totaling thirty coins. After they went to their room, the innkeeper realized he'd overcharged them, and the room was only twenty-five coins. He gave five coins to his bellboy to return. But the bellboy was a crook, so he pocketed two coins and gave one back to each man. Now, each man has paid nine coins, and three times nine is twenty-seven. The bellboy has two, making twenty-nine. So wher

“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.

“Factories don’t leave their doors wide open. They bury themselves in paperwork, cover stories, whispers only fools chase.” Shiloh narrowed her eyes. “And you know something?” “Maybe,” Ryder said, his smile sly. “Maybe I know the kind of place that hides in plain sight. Maybe I don’t.” Kofi groaned. “Here we go with the riddles.” But Shiloh stepped closer, her voice hard. “You in or not?” Ryder tilted his head, as if weighing the danger, then grinned. “I’ll come. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Some doors, once opened, don’t close again.”

Mr Mark's voice echoed in my head. My heart was pounding. Suddenly, it clicked. I realized that Romeo had been giving me the answer the whole time. He had counted off his fingers, with his ring finger being the fourth one. It all made sense. "The answer is RDS - 1," I blurted out. I didn't know why I trusted Romeo to give me the right answer. What if he was trying to mislead me? What did I have to lose? I didn't know the answer, anyway.

"And by the look of horror on your face, I can safely assume you don't have one." I sober my expression. No use spelling what I'm thinking out to Kace. At the moment, I'm doing everything to at least remember the riddle to formulate an answer. I have to at least, guess, otherwise I'm killing another innocent person. From what I can gather, the riddle is about someone in high power. I decide I may just have an answer. "You shouldn't jump to conclusions," I reply.

“And greed makes you do crazy things. - We can play a little, make them angry, enough to cause a complication and go crazy to the point of killing and taking it out on an innocent. - Said Riddler. - Does murder by mistake count? – Asked the Riddler. - Let's see, the biggest madman who caused chaos to the point of going crazy, would be you. - Said Riddler. - Since we're not doing anything. - Said Riddler. - Why not? - Questioned Nygma. - You wouldn't do it for money? - He said. – Did you see that amount? - Questioned Two Face. – That's 700 billion dollars and 30 gold bars. - He said. – That makes anyone greedy. - He said. - What would we gain from him killing? – Asked Joker. – Besides of cour

Cassie pushed the paper toward me with a shrug "You can't avoid it forever Thalia" Reluctantly, I took the paper and unfolded it reading the riddle aloud: "Where the still waters dance below, And shadows by the water grow, A voice of bronze sings soft and light, But only when the sun takes flight. A stone was laid in eighty-eight, And with it rose a keeper's gate. Seek where echoes meet the day, And golden tones reflect their sway. By the branch that near me grows, The sun reveals what no one knows." "How familiar are you with riddles?" Cassie asked

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

Door 6 At each door, an envelope waited with a riddle: “What is always coming but never arrives?” Chloe read it again, her voice tight. Hunter stared at the words like they might rearrange themselves. The timer hit one minute. “Hunter, this isn’t rocket science,” Chloe snapped. “Think. It’s obvious.” “Tomorrow?” he ventured. The door clicked open. The vampires’ chains yanked them to the walls, and the cage unlatched. A man stumbled out. On to the next door. Door 5 Noah and Cindy squinted at their riddle: “What comes down but never goes up?”