Ethereal Manor Novels & Stories

He even helped me pack my clothes because he won’t tell me the weather of the place. The car came to a halt and I heard some people walking outside the car. “We are here,” Ethan whispered and held my hand. I blinked at the sudden brightness when he removed the blindfold, my eyes relaxing and taking in the view of gorgeous manor which resembled ancient palace. The pillars and the window sills were designed in small details of various human figures and animals. Sun was sinking down the rolls of sand dunes and there was nothing but a deserted road for miles around the manor.

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as the looming silhouette of the manor came into view. Haverstone Manor loomed on the horizon like something out of a gothic novel. Its towering spires and ivy-clad walls seemed almost comically ominous, and Emma half-expected a bolt of lightning to strike just for dramatic effect. As she pulled up the gravel driveway, a figure in a dark suit emerged from the shadows. He was short and round, with a mustache so perfectly waxed it could have doubled as a coat rack. Behind him, the manor’s massive double doors creaked open as if welcoming her into its secrets.

Chapter twelve: The oath of twin keys Isabelle crouched beneath the dusty eaves of Montrose Hall’s west wing, candlelight trembling in her gloved hand. Beyond the yellowed panes of the arched window, the courtyard lay drowned in moonlit mist. Tonight was the eve of the summer solstice, when Bellford’s ancient wards grew thin—and when the Ember Circle’s secrets stirred most dangerously.

As if he’d been waiting. The mirror grew cold in my hand. I felt the air around me shift, thicken. The room darkened even though the sun still shone outside. Then his lips parted—not to speak, but to breathe. My fingers closed tighter around the frame. “Ethan,” I whispered. “What did you do?” His mouth didn’t move. But his gaze deepened, and the mirror pulsed once, like a heartbeat. Suddenly, behind him, the shape of the manor began to form—walls dripping with shadow, windows weeping blood. I gasped and dropped the mirror. It didn’t break. It landed face-up, staring at the ceiling. I backed away, heart racing.

I scoff loudly at him “bullshit” “If he wants to marry her off, am here sitting ready to marry her?”, never, not in this eternity. “You never know what is waiting infront of you in eternity Ethan..., believe me or not am feeling this thing”. “What if the red roses are just a mistake?”, I ask him speaking a possibility. He scoff at it and said “she is a floral goddess for fucks sake”. “whatever”, I say rolling my eyes. “By the way who is the man you locked in dungeon?”, lucas asks.

She curtsies to me before leading me inside the manor. The manor had a rococo interior design and had a lot of marble statues that were very pleasing to a person’s sight. I wanted to explore the whole manor and to feast my eyes over the beautiful structures of it but I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I can’t bear to feel anything. Not now and definitely not here. “I will tell my husband you are here. For the meantime, you can play with some dolls over there. We bought them for you,” she said with a sweet voice before leaving me in the room.

Ethan spared Eleanor a glance, once, before turning back to his door which he opened and got in. As he walked inside the room, the entire place lit up without him having to touch anything. The mini penthouse suite was designed in the most exquisite way to suit his taste, and all the furniture was mostly in black, except for the twilight fog carpet which was placed at the center of the room, and the twilight fog tv console close to a wall.

And the silence felt so uncomfortable, then Adrain finally turned around, “Come inside.” ** The mansion was so beautiful, a crystal light hung from the ceiling, and the floor shone like a mirror. Everything looked so expensive, but the house was feeling empty, so empty, there were no workers, no maid, just Adrain. “This place is beautiful,” Clara said. “It is.” “Do you live here?” “Sometimes.” Clara laughed. “And what does that mean?” Adrain kept staring at her then he smiled. “A man like me owns many things.”

I just got this weird feeling when I saw your name on the caller id. "Well, I just experienced the weirdest thing, sister. There's this dirt road that leads towards the property I am researching about, and it just disappeared. I can't see it now." [Okay. Ethan, go home. I mean it.] "I'll be fine, Andra. I'll just call you again, okay?" [Be safe, little brother. Call me if you need anything.] ------------------------- Despite the loud pounding of his heart against his chest, Ethan entered the manor. It was like entering a time capsule. Everything was left the way they were all those years ago. But now, they are all covered in spider webs and dust.

Matilda immediately looked back and walked outside. She saluted the soldiers, making her way to the Ministry of Defence in the other hallway as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Dutch colony several Serviteurs and members of the Divinity gathered in a large house near the countryside of the Dutch colony. The house was painted in lime green with white balconies. Hooded figures swarmed in the front door and brushed off all the dirt they caught from the soil with a large mat in front with their carriages parked just beside them. They all gathered around in the large living room, enough to fill a courtroom as they waited for their most superior Serviteur, the Serviteur Noir; Octavia.