Gotham Wayne Manor Novels & Stories

They didn’t dare to bother, but they were sure lurking around to see what was happening. As soon as I stepped on the threshold of the manor, the gigantic ornamental metallic gates opened, and the two warriors posted at each side bowed in respect. After acknowledging them, I continued walking inside. The main manor was about a few feet away from the main gate. There was a paver pathway in the middle that led to the main manor, and the surrounding grass was perfect for training. The manor was three stories high and mixed with ancient and contemporary designs. At the front, many warriors and omegas were waiting for my arrival; in the middle of them was Albert, who was carrying Aaden in his arms

I swallowed my question and sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm the anxiety that was rising up in me. The gate pulled open as the car neared it, and it rode right into the large manor. My eyes widened in awe when I looked out through the window. The tall, majestic building of the manor stood in the middle. Down at the left wing was a large field obviously used for training grounds and execution. I read somewhere that that was the field where his fathers fought the war against their enemies. The first war alliance of werewolves and vampires. I turned my head towards the other side, and I found rows of other high buildings, though not as high as the manor. I knew the Harem House and the bu

(Keyla POV) The rain started somewhere around the last mile of private road, and by the time the gate came into view — iron, tall, the kind that seemed designed to remind you whose territory this was — the windows were streaked and the late afternoon light had gone flat and grey. Blackthorn Manor appeared through it like a fact rather than a building. Stone, old, four storeys with the kind of proportions that communicated money so far back it had stopped needing to be discussed. I'd been here twice before. Two visits had been enough to leave a mark. Adrian had insisted would go well and which had not. I'd stood at that same gate both times, on a sunny day the first time and a mild evening th

The transition from the wild, pheromone-soaked air of the forest to the cold, oppressive stone of the Blackmoor Manor was enough to give Kaelira whiplash. The manor was a sprawling, gothic fortress hidden deep within the mountain's shadow, shielded by more than just ivy and iron—it was shielded by a silence that felt heavy with centuries of secrets. Zayden walked beside her, his jaw set so tightly it looked like marble. He had donned a clean black shirt, but the raw, predatory energy he’d displayed in the forest still hummed beneath his skin.

It was home for me. Coming back to Manor felt like welcoming back the same level of dread I felt that night when we first found out what happened. There was dried blood on the scene, and Caden wanted the investigation private, so there were no cops—not even sentinel werewolves—in here. It was left like a graveyard, and I felt terrible because I never wanted to think that this place was already tainted with terror because of the people who wanted Caden dead.