Northwest Mansion Mystery Novels & Stories

Thankfully, this system wasn't that much different from the one in Ardian's fortress… We walked around the mansion, which was an elegant blend of colonial and modern styles. I pretended to admire the architecture while trying to find anything useful for my escape. After close to an hour, I was willing to give up, but then we stopped in front of the west wing—the wing where Grey's bedroom was…

It took over an hour before sirens finally tore through the silence of the frozen plain. I was crouched behind a rock, maybe 30 feet from the car, wrapped in a mud-stained parka. My hands wouldn't let go of a nearly dead power bank. Forensics, highway patrol, and local detectives all showed up together. Six people had come out here to the Northwind Trail for the trip. Only one of us was still breathing. The other five were trapped in their seats by seatbelts, bodies bent at impossible angles.

Blood at the edges of my palms where my nails had cut through. Good. I deserved it. Fred’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and sudden. “Got the location.” My head snapped up, heart slamming against my ribs. “The old mansion,” he added. Everything inside me stilled. The old mansion. My mouth went dry. “What?” Fred met my eyes in the rearview. “It’s off-grid. North Ridge. Near the state border. They used it back in the cartel days. Thought it was cleared out years ago.” My blood turned to ice.

The North Pack mansion was a fortress of glass and white stone, perched high on the snow-dusted peaks of the Rockies. Unlike the warm, cedar-scented air of the Medina River Pack land, the North was crisp, smelling of pine needles and ozone. Inside the grand study, the atmosphere was typically one of quiet efficiency—until the morning the letter arrived.

"And four guards." "Fine." Cassie agreed. "As long as we're seen." Friday evening, North pulled his car up to the front gates of the Red Mansion with no interruptions. He frowned at the state of the compound. He walked up to the front door and knocked. The door swung open immediately. "You're late," Cane snapped, ushering him inside. "It’s barely 4 p.m." North said, looking around the dusty foyer. "Goddess, Cane, this place is creepy."

They followed different CCTV recordings and not iced the same guy boarding an ambulance. “We have an advantage,” he declared. “We can look up the ambulance number and ask the driver where he left it.” he added. However, Mason was lost in his thoughts, he asked abruptly. “What was she doing here at the hospital?”, which also caught Ronam's attention. There were myriad reasons for her question, but it was best to avoid assuming the worst for now or until such time as they had a lead on her location. Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the city, away from the crowded city and polluted air, there was a mansion, in the center of the dense forest. The mansion was built with every corner representing it

Allura blurted without looking at Knight and Raven before she pushed open the heavy door, making it fling open with a heavy noise. There were four bathrooms plus a dozen rooms on the west side, and they checked one after another. By the time they finished with the mansion, there was only confusion and hesitation left in Allura's eyes. "What's wrong?" Knight caught her unusual look acutely. "The angle went too far..." Allura finally looked up at Knight, her eyes watery with utter horror in them. Knight's heart fell-- It WAS the Hogan's mansion. The angle went too far because they had passed the correct spot, and the only possibility was what was in between.

“Shit! Just another scammer!” Eleanor kept hitting her head on the wheel while murmuring the words. Not so much time went by that her phone again started ringing. This time the number was well known to her. She instantly answered it with her shaking hands, “Did you find it?!” “Yes, ma’am! It’s in front of your house!” “What? The car is in front of Anderson Mansion?!” “Yes, we’ve been tracking it for a while now. It’s been on move all this time. But now it’s just parked in front of your house.”

“ Okay so what area did you guys get, before she started saying that she never told you that she had a daughter and a husband, “ Ava asked. Granny and I both rolled our eyes at the question that Ava just asked the maid. The maid was about to answer when I cut her short by saying “ Seriously Ava?! Is that question really necessary right now? “ “ Of course it is, maybe we can trace the houses in the vicinity and ask around, “ Ava said. Granny nodded her head in agreement, but I still understand how what Ava just said would be of help. “ What area did you guys reach before she started began crying and shouting? “ Granny asked the maid who tilted her head back in thought, with her brows furrowed

It hadn’t been snowing when I left home, but now it was heavy flakes covering the windshield and muffling the sound of my tires on the secluded drive. I cursed under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter as I turned into the long, winding driveway of the mansion. This place was old money through and through: a large plot of land in the middle of nowhere, towering oak trees lining the path, and a mansion that looked more like a fortress. The entire property’s lights were out, save for a faint glow coming from a single window on the second floor. When I reached the entrance, I slammed the car door shut and jogged to the grand stone front steps. The snow crunched beneath my boots as I