Gotham Wayne Manor Novels & Stories

"Mr. Webb, I'm pretty sleepy." "Alright. Ms. Lowry, you go on and get some sleep. You'll want to be rested for tomorrow's fun," Yaxley said with a grin. Yosef agreed it was time for her to head off. An attendant from the manor showed Zara to her suite. Rofey Manor was all about fancy looks, with its showy Baroque style. The hallways were lined with bright oil paintings, and the courtyard was lit up, showing off a statue of Venus without arms.

I kill the engine in the circular driveway. Getting out, I adjust my jacket and walk around to the passenger side. I open the door for her, offering my hand. She takes it tentatively. As she steps down, her head tilts back, and her jaw literally falls. The Hawkins mansion is lit up like a goddamn monument to greed. Massive white pillars, floor-to-ceiling glass, and enough marble to pave a city.

“Sorry for calling you this late, but we had to set aside the project since Bill is still unconscious.” My world suddenly spun around me. “W-what? I thought—” “He’s OD with an energy drink, sir.” *** The Thirty-five rooms Kentworthry Manor stood on the ground for over a century still looked prestigious with its Shakespearean architectural design from granite blocks. “Welcome back! How’s your flight?” Mama met me at the door. “Terribly long, but it’s worth it now that I am here. I missed you, Mama.” I pulled her into a hug.

CHAPTER 62 Camryn's POV The Castellan manor rose from Lenore’s underground caverns like a monument to power and old money. I’d seen noble estates before. House Rosetti’s compound had been impressive. But this was different. The manor had been carved directly from the cavern stone, its walls polished black marble that seemed to absorb light. Gas lamps lined the pathways, their flames reflecting off obsidian surfaces. Gardens surrounded the entrance, impossible greenery thriving in artificial light through methods I couldn’t begin to understand.

Stone walls loomed from the dark at last, not built so much as exhumed, wet with sheen that caught the moon in broken pieces. The manor rose beyond the gates like a cathedral someone had frightened. Spires stitched the sky. Windows stared too long. Ivy clung like bruise-dark veins. I shivered, and Gavin’s hand found mine, entwining his fingers and giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe we should have brought security,” I said for not the first time. “Or at least Beta Taylor. He’ll be pissed if he finds out we came here and didn’t tell him.” The natural territory that the Blackwell Manor was in was about an hour North of our borders. It was a territory outsiders would never dare to wander int

Caroline's Point of View The drive to the Wayne family estate feels like driving to our own execution. The property sits fifty miles outside New York, surrounded by woods and completely isolated. Morrison's team follows in three unmarked cars, but they have to stay far enough back that Charles won't see them. "Are you sure about this?" I ask Knoxx for the tenth time. "No. But I don't have a better option." The estate comes into view—a massive stone mansion that looks like it belongs in a Gothic novel. Dark windows stare at us like empty eyes. The whole place feels abandoned and haunted.

"I’ll send some bodyguards along to protect you." Jenson thought about it for a while and said, "I don’t want to alert her. I'll go alone." Grayson was really worried. "Sir..." "I'll be careful." Jenson walked off as soon as he said that. That night, Jenson quietly went to the backyard of Madam Nephele's Mammoth Courtyard. Mammoth Courtyard had five entry points. It was built and inspired by the Renaissance. The front was a magnificent courtyard. However, the back was well hidden. It only had one floor and was surrounded by towering trees. It made the area look gloomy.

There's no road leading up to Aries' manor, just a mix of dirt and some cobblestones from a century past—cobblestones that Aries has skillfully kept from being buried. As we approach the end of the pathway, the manor comes into view. To the right stands a large warehouse, with a few vehicles parked beside it. My heart sinks as I spot Hugo's sedan among them. The others are old and dilapidated—a tow truck, a few cargo vans, and some luxury cars stripped of parts. "This looks an awful lot like a gang's hideout," Diana observes. "It never looked like this before," I reassure her. "I've never seen this backwoods hick vibe that Aries seems to have adopted. It used to be pristine."

I can’t believe I didn’t catch hypothermia earlier. The main gates are closed, but the drake’s carcass is gone. I circle SerpahFall’s outer wall, looking for my host. I tip my head up to take in the looming building. To think a day earlier, I thought Mrs. Gaines’ house was huge. After walking around in the dark for a bit, I reach the far side of the Manor’s wall. From across the courtyard, I see light. “Zen?” I peer inside A horse throws up its head and snorts. I stare at it in surprise.

When he nodded, I continued, “I didn’t want to be orphan Wane, without the y. But I also had no idea what I could be. I thought of the Batman movie and decided on Wayne with a y.” Sam laughed, and so did I. “I fantasized about the similarities, both orphans. Well, that’s the only similarity, but one day I said I would have a mansion…filled with lots of people and lots of love.” “Amazing how accurate you were.” “What do you mean?” I asked, turning off the water. “The Pack House is enormous. Wings upon wings. Always people in and out, but most of all lots of love.” “Nice. I’m anxious to see it.”