Novel & Cerita Phantomhive Manor

The SUV crunched to a halt on the gravel drive of Thorne Manor. The estate was a sprawling gothic monolith of black stone and narrow, watchful windows, tucked away behind a forest that felt far older than the surrounding London suburbs. Elias didn't wait for the driver. He opened the door, his hand instantly finding the small of Cat’s back, guiding her with a possessive firmness that made her skin hum. Inside, the manor was a tomb of silent luxury—vaulted ceilings, marble floors that reflected the flicker of candlelight, and walls lined with maps that looked like they were drawn in dried blood.

Liora’s voice was hollow. They rushed to the helicopter to return to the Manor. On the way, Liora’s mind raced. She realized the real enemy might not be Lord Valerius or Julian Vanebut someone much closer. Half an Hour Later - Thorne Family Manor They arrived at the Manor, surrounded by dark woods. Mavric led the way inside with a weapon in hand. When they reached Sector 4 of the basement, the massive steel door was wide open. Inside the room filled with old archives and outdated technology stood an elegant middle-aged woman.

The Veil of Echoed Childhood was a quieter, more intimate ritual held in the manor’s Crystal Memory Chamber. Here, the walls shimmered with soft, living reflections of guests’ earliest memories, projected by the Bound Spirits as gentle, glowing scenes. It was meant to honor innocence before the final, darker nights of the solstice.

At first, I didn't see anything, everywhere was dark, then lightning split the sky. And for one bright second, a tall man stood behind my window, in a perfect suit, his hands behind his back. He looked so calm even in the storm, his eyes were fixed on me. Adrain Vale. The lights went off, and everywhere in my apartment was covered with darkness. I couldn't see anything, I could only hear the sound of rain outside. And somewhere inside the darkness, very close to me, he said softly. “You should have answered the door.”

“The Archive is only the beginning. The real inheritance is hidden beneath Blackstone Manor. Only the true heir can enter.” My brows knitted together. “Blackstone Manor?” Alfred slowly closed his eyes. “So… he chose that place.” David looked confused. “I thought it had burned down years ago.” Alfred shook his head. “No.” “It disappeared.” Before anyone could ask another question— The entire building shook violently. BOOM! Dust poured from the ceiling. The security monitor flickered. Leon had reached the main gate. The massive stone entrance on the screen slowly began to unlock. “No…” Alfred whispered.

“If I make it through the night without getting possessed or murdered by some Victorian ghost, you all owe me a thousand dollars each. And I only accept cash.” That bold declaration was how she found herself here. It was 9:17 PM when Harper pulled her old, beat-up Civic up the long, overgrown driveway. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the imposing silhouette of Thorne Manor. The three-story mansion looked like it had been pulled straight out of a nightmare, dark wood rotting in places, ivy choking the walls, cracked stained-glass windows, and a sagging roof that seemed one strong wind away from collapse.

I stole a small boat to cross one of the bigger lakes, praying to the moon above that this was to be the end of my hunt. It wasn’t the Five Lakes wooden packhouse, nor any of the main buildings in the deserted town. I broke into an old library only to see exactly what I was looking for in a huge portrait hanging over the winding oak stairs. A huge willow tree, a centrepiece of a regal pond. In front of a white, grand building. The Manor House. /YES/ Shi crowed with joy. I found and stood by the dead tree late in the night. I watched. Waited for any sign of activity. There was nothing. Not a single candle flickered. There was no Maddox, no strange scents, no hybrids patrolling. It was safe.

"I want to show you something." The drive through the city was quiet, tension humming between us like a live wire. When we finally pulled up to ornate iron gates, I felt my breath catch. "Rosevale Manor," Luxian announced as the gates swung open. "The most exclusive venue in the region." The manor was stunning—white stone walls covered in ivy, tall windows that caught the morning light like diamonds. It looked like something from a fairy tale, the kind of place where princesses got married.