Gotham Wayne Manor Novels & Stories

The Serpent’s Den wasn’t what I expected. No grimy warehouse or back-alley dive. The SUV rolled through wrought-iron gates into a fortress dressed as a mansion—three stories of dark brick and steel, walls built to stop a tank. “Home sweet home,” Maddox drawled as we climbed out. “This is your compound?” I stared up at the imposing structure. “It looks like Wayne Manor.” Jaxon snorted. “What does that make us—villains?”

Regardless, whenever Wayne got there, the door was always opened to him without no questions because for the record,his parents own the estates and he also had a mansion of his own in that estate which he never uses because he refused to be entitled to his stepfather. 'You Can go back home Jack, I'll call you tomorrow when am set to leave.' he said to his driver who took him to the mansion and he left him to take the car with him. Immediately he stepped out of the car, the gate slide by itself. It's no big deal to Wayne how that happened, Milord security officers watches the whole activities going on outside from few miles away to detect threats and danger approaching. The chief security had

She took a deep breath of the air, which tasted of salt, pine, and ancient dust. Lucian helped Elara and the kids down. Leo looked around with wide eyes, gripping his father’s hand. "Are there monsters here, Dad?" "No, Leo," Lucian said, scanning the dark treeline. "Just us. And the walls." The Manor – 10:00 AM The Thorne Manor on Aethelgard wasn't a palace; it was a fortress. Built of dark granite and ironwood, it looked more like a lighthouse than a home. Inside, the furniture was shrouded in white sheets, looking like ghosts in the dim morning light.

The Gilded Cage Tightens The Hayes Mansion was a fortress of silent, indifferent wealth. It wasn’t a home; it was a testament to my father’s success, all marble floors and echoes. Stepping through the massive front doors after sending that email to Professor Thorne felt like falling from a dizzying height back to solid, suffocating earth.

My imagination is destroying me. What is he doing to this woman? I slip through the smallest gap possible, wedging my body through like a damn spy on a mission I didn’t sign up for. A short corridor stretches in front of me, leading to… A gym. An honest-to-God, full shitting gym, tucked behind a secret door in his office, some kind of billionaire Batcave. My rage evaporates, replaced by stunned disbelief. Of course, Thorne has a hidden gym. Why wouldn’t he? It’s probably custom built, hand-forged weights by monks in the mountains or something equally obnoxious.

His house was clean, to begin with, so it wasn't hard to do as you asked, Layla said. “Thank you,” Wayne replied as he was slowly scanning all the people coming and going in the Manor. Most of them would nod at him, because of his status as the adopted son, and Beta, they knew who he was. “Have fun for now. I am not sure when we will be leaving again. Did you tell your parents about what has been happening?”

After thinking about Mandy and Xynthia Zimmer’s pretty little faces, Jordan already knew just how he was going to torture them both. While Jordan was still pondering over the thought, the convoy has returned to the Bowie Manor. The manor was quite spacious. It once belonged to one of Flutwell’s wealthy families. But after Jordan completely annihilated the family, he took control of the place instead. Jordan felt that the place was a little too quiet after coming back. His Tibetan Mastiffs were not there to welcome him. The entire manor felt a little empty. Not even a single soul could be found at that moment…

I simply can´t allow anything bad to happen to my mom. I´m coming, Mom. >Ruins of an old manor. Courtyard. Night< The path off Wolf Creek Road that leads to the old manor is obscured from untrained eyes. We leap over the overgrowth that conceals the path. We continue racing down the path; I see a set of gates covered up in vines up ahead. Without slowing down, I leap over the gates and land on the other side. The remainder of the pack land beside me, and we find ourselves within a vast courtyard. There´s barely anything remaining of the burned down manor, except for the charred stone foundations.

“That won’t be necessary, Orbot. I need you out here to stand guard and watch the car. Alert me if you notice anything suspicious.” I don’t wait for his reply. I step out of the car, eyes immediately adjusting to the brown cobblestone walls of my father’s massive mansion in the heart of Midtown Manhattan. With the sun already down, the lights from the towering lampposts lined around the property cast a bright glow across the path, highlighting the rich cobbles and the massive gothic-style gate ahead. I know the surroundings like the back of my hand. I practically grew up here. This house was a gift to my mum, but after she passed, Theodore didn’t hesitate to hand it over to his whiny new wif

In the west wing of the Citadel manor, Velmont dashed through crumbling halls, pursued by towering stone Golems. Each footstep of the massive constructs sent tremors through the ground, debris raining from the ceiling. With him were Delta Sevy and Delta Dimitry, while Gertrude stood her ground, chanting spells of destruction that barely slowed the golems down.