Manoir Vendetta Novels & Stories

The mansion felt unusually alive that morning, the same kind of stillness that came before drama in the D'Angelo Mansion. Maya could sense it the moment she stepped into the grand hallway. Staff moved briskly, whispers floated through the air, and the faint scent of expensive lilies lingered like a perfume marking new territory. She turned the corner toward the sitting room and froze. Valentina Moretti stood near the window, her reflection gleaming against the glass. She was dressed in white, not innocent white, but the kind meant to blind, to claim space. Her lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

If I was walking into hell I'd look like I owned it. An SUV waited at the hangar with blacked out windows and a driver who didn't say a word as we drove through winding hills toward an estate that looked like it belonged in a dark fairytale. When the gates opened I saw the Moretti mansion. Stone walls. Ivy. Guards everywhere. The SUV stopped and the driver opened my door. "This is it," he said. I stepped out and my legs were steady even though my heart wasn't. A butler with gray hair met me at the entrance. "Miss Valente. He's waiting in the library."

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 put his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. His warmth enveloped me, and I felt safe. “Soon. The Mancinis don’t know we’re onto them. They’re too busy looking for you, trying to weaken my hold on Italy.” Hearing a name for the people who’d sent me a severed hand made my blood run cold. “The Mancinis?” He nodded. “A smaller family that worked with the Marianos. We’re sure it’s them. Some of the victims identified members. They’re small, but they have blackmail on many powerful men. It won’t be easy to get rid of them. A war is imminent.”

He snapped. Dominic almost smiled faintly despite himself. Then Althea stepped closer. “You be careful, Dom.” Dominic looked toward her fully then. “I will.” Althea held his gaze steadily. “You come back.” Dominic’s jaw tightened faintly. “I intend to.” The Valmont estate waited beneath moonlight and silence. An old vineyard property stretching across dark hills and abandoned stone structures. Beautiful once perhaps. Now cold. Haunted by old power. The men there quietly confirmed that old systems are still active beneath Valmont, Dominic finally understood why Alessandro never let the estate go.

"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.