Gotham Wayne Manor Novels & Stories

Hugo said before driving off toward his own residence, which Eva assumed must be somewhere nearby on the estate. "Wow," she breathed, gazing up at the building. "You never cease to amaze me." Dorian reached for her hand and gently laced their fingers together as they walked toward the entrance. "You're easy to impress." "No, I'm just not used to being with someone who lives like Bruce Wayne," she teased. He chuckled and scanned his fingerprint at the door. The sleek lobby inside was surprisingly quiet, softly lit and tastefully furnished with marble floors, abstract art, and velvet seating. There was no concierge desk, just a seamless panel with a security camera.

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.”

The Waynes' car pulled up. "Hello sir," the man said in a distinguished voice. "Hello, Alfred." Alfred stepped out of the car and opened the doors. The Waynes climbed in, and he closed the doors gently behind them before returning to the driver's seat. "Alfred, can you get me to Gotham Central as fast as possible." "Yes sir." Alfred's voice carried the calm certainty of a man who had never once failed his employer. Alfred stepped on the gas and drove away, weaving through the wet Gotham streets with practiced ease.

There is no other way since my wolf holds the biggest pile of resources in the Duskwild Expanse. When the sun goes down behind the mountains, Boyce drives his ride straight to the Blackthorne Hockey Arena to find our trucks. We run three separate rides down the dirt road toward the Great Moon Manor. Click. "Hey, Kaelen, isn't that your own pack truck sitting right there in the gravel?" Armand asks, poking my ribs the second my boots hit the dirt lot. I look over and see the wheels I gave to Lyra Nightbane parked right next to my bumper. My nose sniffs the air, and my wolf instantly knows her skin is sitting inside the manor right now.