Gotham Riddler Riddles Novels & Stories

“Is my answer correct?” The Elder bowed low, a relieved smile breaking across his weathered face. “Congratulations, Alpha Montgomery. You have pierced the veil of the riddle.” Leaning into Hudson’s shoulder, Madison beamed, her voice a trill of practiced delight. “Hudson, you’re incredible! I thought you’d find these cub-games beneath your station.” Hudson gave Madison a brief, cold look. “You claimed you wanted the Rabbit Lantern. Take it,” he said, his voice flat, yet his actions appeared—to the crowd—as the ultimate act of an Alpha indulging his preferred female.

It was as though the air in the cave was escaping. “One last riddle remains. Answer it, and you may pass. Fail, and you will never leave.” The words felt like a physical weight pressing on their shoulders. The chamber grew colder, and shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls. 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?"**

And according to his last questions he tries to say something. “Where did everything happen? Where was an innocent soul lost?” I read slowly, analyzing the unknowns. The scene of the events... Is that what you want to tell me, Enigma X? “Where the sun does not shine nor the shadows darken. “Puffff,” I huffed exasperatedly, massaging my temple, “This sounds like a riddle!” I hate and am beyond terrible at puzzles. Try it, Rose, you're smart. Where the sun does not shine nor the shadows darken.

A riddle appeared on a stone plaque by the pool: "By day it sleeps, by night it soars, Silent as the moon, it holds the core. Speak its name to calm the tide, And through the maze, you may glide." Nikolai and I pondered the riddle, our eyes scanning the area for any hints. After a few moments, a soft voice echoed through the trees. “The answer is the owl,” it said. “Speak the name, and the way will be shown.” Following the guidance, I called out, “Owl!” At that instant, the water in the pool began to bubble, and a hidden pathway emerged, leading us further into the garden.

Recalling is Alex’s forte but one of his friends had more deciphering skills especially when it’s about words. He moved his head while he thought of one person that could help him and he’s right. Gloyd’s face seemed to brighten as he thought of an idea that might help them solve the poem that served as a clue. “A turtle! He’s a turtle!” Gloyd exclaimed, both if his hands are on his mouth, trying to compose himself as he was confident of what he just said. “Are you sure?” asked Darline. “Yes!” he replied. Alex was right that Gloyd would be the one to solve the riddle, he was always so good with words even with their life in the old world.

And a black envelope means death. I tear open the envelope, revealing an equally blood red paper with texts written in black ink. "A building lies within the fourth and forty sixth street, abandoned and unused. Within it is a beautiful, caged bird. This building shall not see tomorrow's light, as it's master intends to feed it to the flames. Your time is running." Information is usually sent in riddles and gothic quotes. It is left to the recipient to figure it out. For a few seconds, non of us react. The entire room is silent. Then everywhere explodes in a burst of activity.

The sadistic bastard actually thought he was helping me. "Your riddle...what should it be?" He asked himself thoughtfully. "I would make it simple so you don't have to worry or try too hard," he added, trying to look like he cared but we all know he didn't. Not really. "How long do I have to answer? It musnt be immediately, must it?" I asked. I needed leverage, anything at all. "Fine. You can have all the time you want, but if you get it wrong it's game over" he replied.

Yuri just shrugged, "I don't know. Try it." Black faced his tablet and typed something. "01010101." Yuri grabbed Flute's torch and went near the door. The others followed her, even Ela who already took her airpod off her ears. Yuri tried the code. Black's jaw almost dropped when it beeped and the door opened. "Jinjja? At the end, ask yourself, my friend. Here's a clue, who are you?" he cited the riddle. "I nearly drained my brain thinking and the answer is just U?" His mouth gaped open, unable to process things.

the monster replied coming closer to them slowly while they moved backward “What!, is that even a riddle?” Alyssa asked Darrell confused, with her heart beating fast. The rabbit shivered under her arms. “We just have to think of something,” Darrell replied with his hands trembling. “Yea or we will be squashed,” Alyssa pouted out as she inhaled and exhaled out quickly. “Be warned, you have only three chances to answer the riddle, choose your answers wisely,” the monster said aloud. “Never was, always will only known to the creator’s mind,” Darrell muttered to himself continuously as he tries to rephrase the words.

A lame one at that! But what could they expect from a toddler after all??? Most likely, she had a misconception about the difference between riddles and jokes. It was only at this time that the group finally realized what the common trait shared by the chosen guardians was. [ By now it is confirmed, all guardians are weird and most likely, that's part of their job description.] "Alright, no need to worry. I still have another riddle... Hmm... How about this... There was once a big cat that loved flowers so much he became one. What is his name????"