Gotham Riddler Riddles Novels & Stories

Each word feels like a dagger, cutting through the tension that hangs thick in the room. "It is a riddle," Orlo continues, his tone dripping with ominous significance, "a test of wit and wisdom. Your fate hangs upon the answer you provide." "How many attempts do I have to answer the riddle?" I demand, trying to mask my apprehension with a steely gaze. "Just one," Orlo's grin widens, sending shivers down my spine. "Just one?" I repeat, disbelief coloring my tone. "Yes," Orlo confirms, his smile unwavering.

He excused himself from the meeting and led me to a quiet corner of the dining room. "This is a letter," I began, pointing to letters from The Raven. "It shows that Gray and Blackwood were part of something bigger. There's a bigger connection at play here." Nathan frowned mentally and studied the letter. "The Raven... I've heard that name before. It's a nickname for someone who is shady underground, who orchestrates high-level criminal activity but never gets directly involved." A chill ran down my spine. "So Gray and Blackwood were just pawns?"

"Well done, traveler. You have solved the first riddle. But the true challenge is yet to come." As we pressed forward, each riddle grew more complex, testing our wits and resolve. With each correct answer, we felt a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, but the voice's taunts kept us on edge. "The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one who uses it, never knows they're using it. What is it?" the voice asked. After a moment of silence, Alex spoke up. "A coffin," he said, his voice steady.

he asked. Mr. Rogers Sr. looked at him with a sneer. "You'd better come back and sit down so we can still pretend to be friends and brothers. Don't say that I didn't warn you." As he finished speaking, his bodyguards immediately drew their weapons and looked menacingly at the Riddles. Mr. Riddle Sr. looked at the vicious-looking Mr. Rogers Sr. and spelled out his words. "What goes around comes around. Aren't you afraid of karma?"

She sounded agitated. "Hannah your hunger will have to wait for now. We have a problem." "What happened?" Her agitated tone turned into one of concern. "Remember when we were children and the Daily Scott would come and we would fight over the mini-games. The crossword puzzles and riddles?" "What about it?" Hannah asked. "Ophelia has taken Garret and the clue she left us to find him is a riddle." "But you and Levi are rubbish at riddles."

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.

"The darker it is,the less you're able to see!" He looks at me with grudging admiration then uses his staff to write the word under the riddle in the same beautiful penmanship that's covering the wall.As soon as he finishes the final letter, the left third of the wall turns completely silver and the first line,along with Ulrik's answer, disappears. "Yes!" I do a little happy dance that makes Ulrik sigh in resignation then I read the second one aloud. "Walk on the living,they don't even mumble.Walk on the dead,they mutter and grumble."

It dances while sipping its tea, bows as it sees her presence, and the voice once more asks. “You got the riddle, answer the question. He who is seeking, he that will be known, in this tea time, who is he?” Closing her eyes firmly for a moment as she took a deep breath in, looking up once more, she smiles as she whispers. “The March Hare.”

"What has keys but can't open locks? What has space but no room? You can enter, but can't go outside." "A keyboard!" I blurted. Donald chuckled then he found a fake stone keyboard on the wall. "It's a map,” he said, turning to me. “Keys are piano keys, but riddle points to a computer keyboard. Wait, there's a locked door with a keypad." Under the dummy, there was a UV light and Donald shunned it around to reveal invisible ink on the wall. "It's a cipher." Nodding, I read aloud. There are three gods: Truth, Lie, and Random. Truth always tells truth, Lie lies, Random random. Ask one question to one god to find the safe door."

“Since you both don’t have an answer, we’ll skip the question. Just for the case of learning, the answer is: 365 days. 365.25 if you count the leap year.” Shit! I definitely knew that. “What has keys, but no locks; space, but no room; and you can enter, but never leave?” A riddle? I used to be so good at riddles, and I swear… I know this one. “A keyboard. Phone, laptop, or computer keyboard.” My opponent blunts out. I snap my head towards the digital LED screen, freezing in suspense, and for a moment, I hold my breath. “Correct! Congratulation Mr. Bald Man. You can now choose a weapon.”