Gotham Wayne Manor Novels & Stories

Barney stood for a few seconds and stared at the scene before him, while the others behind him wanted to charge at me, but Barney placed the gun he held in his wrists on the floor gently, before bowing down to me. "Godfather," Barney muttered as his head met the floor. The other guards who followed Barney also bowed in the same manner, but I had other plans for Barney, and for everyone in support of the sin that Malek and his forefathers have committed over the years. Two days ago, I instructed Gotham to get some men to build another tunnel in the north wing of my estate, and that was where I planned to place all their dead bodies and send the ashes to heaven. I knowingly ignored their show

asked Danial, turning to Kimberly beside him. "Yeah, I guess so... I've never been here," Kimberly replied but somehow there were a few places that sounded familiar to her. 'Have I really never come here before?' she thought, looking out the car window. The car had already entered a large house, no less large than Gonemanus' mansion. 'What a billionaire,' Kimberly was mesmerized by Wiratama's residence. The car stopped in front of the main door of the house; the driver got off the car and opened the passenger door for them.

Slowly Bethany closed her eyes and everything went dark. Jordan, completely not in his right senses, kept moving towards the rogue with aggression and the thought to kill them. The only aim in his mind was to take the baby and woman with him. Just when he was getting to them, Gotham suddenly stood in his way. Jordan cared less about him and wanted to push him away to get to the other werewolves, but Gotham brought out a little red, glowing stone and showed it to his face.

The symbols on the walls, now alive with a radiant luminescence, guided them through a celestial tapestry where echoes of love, resilience, and unexpected twists reverberated in a timeless dance. In the twist of this chapter, the celestial gateway led them to a celestial chamber at the core of Sterling Manor's ultimate destiny. The symbols on the walls, radiant with the very essence of the mansion's transformative power, seemed to converge toward an ancient altar that adorned the chamber's center. The whispers in the night, now a celestial chorus that echoed through the cosmic realm, spoke of the altar as a cosmic nexus that held the revelations of the mansion's eternal purpose.

The iron-gated walls of the massive Sterling Manor loomed out of the pouring rain like an impenetrable gothic fortress. Kasen Thorne sat in the leather backseat of the Maybach, his face a stoic, unreadable mask of stone. He didn't look at the towering spires of the estate, nor did he look at the grand limestone arches. But internally, a dark, primal thrill of satisfaction thrummed through his veins. The Patek Philippe watch was gone from his wrist, pawned to buy the secrets that had saved her life, but he didn't care. He had won.

He looked at me now with an expression I couldn't quite read. “Follow me.” I followed him through the manor's main hall, trying not to stare. I'd seen Blackthorn from the outside many times; every orphan in Riverside had. It loomed over the territory like a stone cathedral, but the interior was something else entirely. High ceilings, dark wood panelling, tapestries depicting wolf hunts and territorial conquests. Everything was immaculate and austere, designed to communicate power rather than comfort. It looked like a place that had never heard laughter.

The product had been acquired. I said nothing. What was there to say? Any word would be a betrayal of Serena, and my silence was the only mourning I could offer her. We arrived at Blackwood Manor. The imposing gates swung open, not welcoming a prodigal grandson, but admitting a returning asset. The house was colder than I remembered, a mausoleum of old money and older sins. Victoria chattered beside me about my schedule, about the narrative, about the need for a new, powerful wardrobe. Her words were the buzzing of an insignificant fly.

I peek behind Pyotr's shoulder and see the rest of the people who were taken following behind us. I shift my head, now looking at the manor. The manor has a way of belonging to the land it graced. Its walls are varying shades of grays and browns hidden behind tall withering black trees. The moonlight cast upon it makes it look as if it were glowing. I would be in awe of such a grand manor, but this place is not a house from a fairytale, but rather a nightmare. The black trees surrounding the manor look almost alive, and feel if I look away for even a moment they will move. My heart hammers in my ears and I unconsciously grab onto Pyotr's clothes. He looks down at me, releasing an annoyed sig

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.

The SUV crunched to a halt on the gravel drive of Thorne Manor. The estate was a sprawling gothic monolith of black stone and narrow, watchful windows, tucked away behind a forest that felt far older than the surrounding London suburbs. Elias didn't wait for the driver. He opened the door, his hand instantly finding the small of Cat’s back, guiding her with a possessive firmness that made her skin hum. Inside, the manor was a tomb of silent luxury—vaulted ceilings, marble floors that reflected the flicker of candlelight, and walls lined with maps that looked like they were drawn in dried blood.