Nygma Riddles Gotham Novels & Stories

Ryder thought he was lost, not until he saw the flickering light down the road. It was the Nysou's house. He had to leave his bike as there was a river to cross and the bridge looked like it would crumble at any time. Ryder walked through the bridge and it creaked heavily. It made him wonder if where did all the riches of the Nysou go that they couldn't even fix a decent road towards their house. The Nysou were a family of professional graveyard diggers who were in service to the Triad for decades already. They should have no problem with the money.

Nia gasped through her tears, her body trembling harder. She whispered the riddle to herself, trying to think through the panic. Always hungry. Always fed… Her lips shook, her eyes squeezed shut. Then suddenly, she looked up, her voice breaking. “It’s… blood. The answer is blood.” Rowan’s eyes snapped to hers, then to Darius. He didn’t waste time. His hands flew to the other side of the bomb, pressing against another hidden slot.

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?"

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.

My body grew cold as I saw my mother lying in a pool of blood with a white piece of paper attached to her scarf. Gotham took the paper and started to read out the content, "A gift~"

Niya mumbled, shaking her head as if it'll some how clear away the unsettling thoughts. “Vantablack Temple,” Rina replied coolly. Niya huffed, though her heart wasn’t in the gesture. “I know what it’s called.” “One of New York’s most exclusive lounges,” Rina continued, unfazed by Niya’s tone. “Billionaires strike deals here. Mafia boys toast to blood contracts here. You don’t get in unless you’re somebody... or you know somebody.” Niya’s pulse quickened. “I knew somebody,” Rina's smirk stretched her glossy lips. “Saved a hotshot lawyer’s ass a few years ago, got him out of a domestic charge. Rode him right there,” she pointed past the glass to the left.

“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.

Nigel wondered if it was Jackson, the Gamma’s son, he knew the nerd had a crush on Velma for the longest time. He tiptoed out of bed and open the door to the room. Nigel peeked his head out at first, but he couldn’t see anything through the darkness. He cursed his stupid human eyes. He missed his werewolf vision. Duran had filled him in on some things that happened for the last two months, but it was Valko who told him about the kiss with Miranda at Cresttooth Bridge and all the other freaky stuff that went on. He was just lost and tired. He kept asking them about his mother, but no one would give him an answer. Nigel made it his point of duty to go see the Luna when he got back to the pack

He unrolled it with shaky, liver spotted hands and pressed his gnarled thumb against a heavily shaded, nameless region in the deep, jagged mountains, far north of any civilized werewolf territory. "The answers you seek are not written in any of my books," Gideon said grimly, looking at the three of us. "They are buried deep where the massacre occurred. If you want to know why this symbol has chosen you, Lyra, you have to go straight to the source. You must go to the abandoned pack lands of the Onyx Fang. Who knows you might be the solution or not?” I couldn’t stop thinking by what he meant by his last words even as we drove off to the Onyx Fang, how could I be the solution or not? Does that

"If you are seeing this message, it means you brought a Sterling with you who has zero impulse control." "He knew!" Ash shook his head in disbelief. "He rigged it for a toddler!" "To find the treasure, you must prove you are more than just power and money," Liam’s voice continued. "You must prove you have Wits. You have one hour to solve the Riddle of the Mirrors before the room’s oxygen scrubbers activate... in reverse." "Reverse?" Kael checked the air vents on the wall. "He means it will suck the air out?" "Great," Mia drew her batons, glaring at the hologram. "Grandpa built us a death trap."