Manoir Vendetta Novels & Stories

A long driveway stretched ahead, lined with neatly trimmed hedges and low lights that cast pale pools across the dark grounds. Then I saw the Moretti Manor. The enormous mansion rose beneath the moonlight, its dark stone walls and tall windows giving it an almost imposing elegance. It was beautiful, there was no denying that. But there was something else beneath the beauty. Something cold and dangerous. “Get down.” The man sitted beside me said once the cars came to a stop and stepped out. I opened my door and followed him out. Slowly, I turned, taking in the compound. A massive fountain stood at the center of the circular driveway, an eagle statue perched proudly in the middle with its wing

All I wanted was to tell Rosita that I'll be leaving New Orleans. That was why I went to their pack house, only to find my dad being tied, dragged like a slave, and beheaded by her fucking brother, Andre. “They will come for us, Jasmine. We will leave New Orleans this night. Get ready, and don't try anything funny.” She said, looking around the woods before warning me. Yes, we will leave, but after Andre has reached Goddess Luna's arms. I ran my fingers on my thigh, which held a small blade fastened around.

The door stood firm, mocking her, sealing her fate. A broken sigh left her lips as she backed away, her strength draining. She turned to the bed and let herself crumple onto it, exhaustion weighing heavy on her limbs. As her eyes fluttered shut, the last thing she felt was the sting of betrayal. Then, darkness took over. ___ [Carter Mansion] Zayne honked, and the towering iron gates of Le Manoir de Carter creaked open, revealing a masterpiece of architectural brilliance. The mansion stood tall, a breathtaking blend of modern sophistication and timeless elegance. Its grand facade, adorned with towering marble pillars and intricate gold accents, gleamed under the moonlight, exuding an aura of

The mention of Le Châteauesque Manor—a house he had never once set foot in—filled him with cold disdain. Ava, seated silently beside him, felt her heart drop. Her palms grew clammy as Jonathan’s words echoed in her mind. She glanced nervously at Alexander, whose expression remained unreadable but ominously calm. Le Châteauesque Manor, just 200 meters ahead, gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. Its pristine white facade stood elegantly against a backdrop of manicured gardens and surrounding parks. The architecture exuded understated luxury—a clear reflection of Mr. Vanderbilt Senior’s meticulous taste. Its tranquility was almost deceptive, given the growing tension in the car.

Julian's P. O. V. My mate was a member of the White crescent wolf pack! The same pack that killed my mother and tried to kill me as well! The same pack I've been planning to have my revenge on for years! I brought out an old but still very sharp dagger that was given to me by Mabel's dad a few years after I started living with them. Placing it in my bag, I strapped the bag around me and got out of the house in a manner of urgency.

he said, emphasizing the word ‘interrogate’. He stepped out of the car first, and I quickly scrambled out after him. Bile rose in my throat as I stumbled a few steps away, fully aware that Vincent Moriano had just been standing directly in front of me without me even knowing it. The realization of who he was—the man responsible for killing Jacopo's mother—made me feel sick to my stomach. My feet moved slowly through the winding corridors of the mansion, my surroundings a blur of gilded frames and ornate furniture. Eventually, I found myself in front of the door I knew so well, my temporary bedroom.

"You obviously don’t take no for an answer ,so in that case, Mr. Lombardi, you have yourself a doctor." His hand shook mine, having no idea that by doing so he had locked his own destiny into place. I followed Vincenzo back to his villa, this task weighing so heavily on my mind like a cloak of iron. I was following his car but all I had on my mind was revenge, he was a minute away but I had to be patient. Lucky me for using my mothers maiden name otherwise my surname would have jingled something. The man who had earlier been taken into the hospital was now wheeled into an exclusive clinic deep within Vincenzo's estate, where secrets were concealed as easily as corpses.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

The Moretti estate was a gilded cage, its marble halls cold despite the summer night’s warmth. Gianna Moretti stood in Alessio’s study, her black leather jacket scuffed, her emerald eyes blazing with defiance. Valentina’s warning—Alessio’s paranoia, his arming against Kai—had driven her here, a reckless bid to confront her father and end his manipulation. Her arm graze throbbed, her unconfessed secret (Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel) a weight, but Kai’s embrace, his belief in her, fueled her. Alessio sat behind his desk, his plump frame tense, his sharp eyes dissecting her like a traitor.

Yvette wailed as his breath failed him. Mirelle Voss burst through the central manor doors a second later, summoned by an omega who had fled the gate early. The sight that greeted her caused her internal beast to stall in pure confusion; the Actonward champion was currently being dismantled by his own prize war-beast. Yvette’s boots tripped over the stone border, sending his elegant frame crashing onto the dirt. The mastiff descended like a shadow, its teeth locking into the heavy leather trim of his court tunic and pinning him to the earth.