Grimmauld Place Novels & Stories

Having a private property patrolled by actual wolves, like we do for our pack territories, would cause quite a few heads to turn, I’m sure. The guards wave us through when the gate fully opens after they check our IDs. Daddy drives his classic black Ferrari down the long road that leads up to the council’s mansion. It is a beautiful, traditional Victorian mansion, but it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. A full five stories in navy, black and cream. A large wrap around porch is the most prominent feature in the front and it spans the entire width of the building along the first, second and third floors. It is a grand, rambling style house, almost as if they added onto it as the years progres

This was a fucking castle! It was a huge white building that had three stories that looked like it had like twenty rooms. The lawn was perfectly green and cut. There were a bunch of sports cars in the ridiculously long driveway. Holy shit they're way too rich. Even the air feels cleaner here. "You didn't tell me your vacation mansion is actually Hogwarts." I commented. "I wish." Lee snorted. "But I suppose it's nice." "You suppose? Lee, this place is insane!" "Master Windsor, how truly wonderful to see you!" An older man with a British accent approached us.

Elora asked in disbelief because of the obvious reason that her mother was a werewolf and this woman was a mage. " Adopted but does that really matter?" The woman said before she grinned from ear to ear and said, " Welcome to GRACE VILLA!" " Oh my goodness!" Gina gushed when they entered and saw the brightly colored buildings within, the beautiful water fountain in the center, and the people who seemed like they were all living their happiest life. " Damn...this is insane. It's all magic! I bet everyone thinks this place is a shit hole" Aidan said with glee as they followed the woman.

Lots of Magicorum uttered by everyone in front of the bedrooms, after which the doors opened and closed right away behind those who entered the rooms. After entering their room, Elizabeth, Johnny and even Alexander, were amazed at what they saw. Their room was so huge in surface and height that it could accommodate a whole class of students from Elmbridge there. In fact it wasn’t a room, but rather a small ... the inside of a small mansion.

She stopped washing the dishes and looked at me, her face going totally pale. "Where is his house located, Ivory?" she asked, her voice tight. "Gravels Street," I replied. She literally deadpanned, her eyes widening in a way that made my skin crawl. "Isn't that the giant, one and only mansion with the deep woods right behind it? The one where the trees practically swallow the fence?" "Yes, ma. It is a big estate. Why?" "What? Really? Ivory, do you really have to go?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch.

About two hours of staying in the air , we finally entered the northern territory. The territory of Crescent Pack's werewolves and my hometown. "Where should I land?" Drystan asked through mindlink. "On the castle of Crescent. It's white marble castle embedded with statues of wolves including other creatures carved in gold.'' I looked forward to the magic tower. One of its kind especially was used for casting magic spells and making potions. As we crossed the magic tower the atmosphere started getting foggy. The smell of burning corpses and houses sneaked inside my nostrils.

"Babe, does mother know we're back?" "She's supposed to. Though I didn't tell her, the maids around must have told her." "I just can't wait to see her." "Mummy, what does granny look like? The old creepy lady?" Emily asked, raising her gaze at Emma. "Nah, grandmother is way too young than the old creepy lady. More like she's in her forties." She turned to look at Diego who shook his head, smiling at her lies. They made their way further to Luna Malfoy's room. "Kids, don't forget your manners. As soon as you enter, bow your head and pay your respect. Okay?"

Then I got this video of him beaten black and blue. "They're demanding 1.5 million dollars, or I'm picking out a coffin." By the end, the woman was a mess, tears streaming down her face. She was just a simple farmer; that kind of cash might as well be moon rocks. Grimalkin was the nickname for the North of Southeast Maison, a no-go zone infamous for its dark arts. Even the local big shot, Leo, gave it a wide berth. The place was, simply put, a nightmare.

Rumors pile up of failed classes and exams, sports players getting benched, sprained ankles. Speaking of the witches, I escort Billie to dinner one night at the House of the Children of Diana. Thorne is already there with Agnes, as are Raven and the Phantom. We dress formally, as the location requires it. The House of the Children of Diana looks like a decommissioned limestone Gothic cathedral on the outside. There are gargoyles sitting on its eaves, arched windows, and roseate stained glass. On the inside, it’s divided into the usual generously-sized dorm suites here. It was built before Crescent became a university, before Meridian became a town, by a sex cult. After the cult was disbanded

Billy rang the doorbell. The ring sounded loud inside the massive white house, even behind the heavy, pastel pink painted door. Billy had slipped in unobserved - the estate was named Gormwell, and it was surrounded by a low drystone wall - for the sleepy, bucolic fields and villages of Big Cidering were hardly ever troubled by interlopers of any kind. Clearly, Billy had not understood what was expected of him when Bumford had asked him to ‘case the joint’.