Phantomhive Manor Novels & Stories

Terrified, the helper scampered downstairs to call Noah. Chloe quietly stood on the balcony of her room, counting each second as she waited anxiously. Gazing downward, the Sullivan manor featured a timeless garden design featuring white walls, dark tiles, sloping eaves, and intricate Asvinian carvings. It looked just like the residence of an ancient noble. The spacious courtyards featured artificial mountains, long corridors, and elegantly designed pavilions. Along with ponds adorned with lotus flowers, this created a poetic, but also somewhat dull, atmosphere.

“My lady is expecting you.” Nervously, I grabbed Aidan’s wrist and stepped into the Hawthorne manor. My jaw dropped as I noticed the glamor of the manor. It looked more elegant from the inside, like an actual castle. The manor was designed like one of the Victorian castles I used to obsess over when I was young. The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, and towering antiques lined the walls. This was proof; the Hawthornes weren’t just rich; they were WEALTHY.

I can’t believe I didn’t catch hypothermia earlier. The main gates are closed, but the drake’s carcass is gone. I circle SerpahFall’s outer wall, looking for my host. I tip my head up to take in the looming building. To think a day earlier, I thought Mrs. Gaines’ house was huge. After walking around in the dark for a bit, I reach the far side of the Manor’s wall. From across the courtyard, I see light. “Zen?” I peer inside A horse throws up its head and snorts. I stare at it in surprise.

Rubbing his jaw, he picked himself up and prayed that the lady wouldn't be found, unlike last time. - - - The maze seemed endless and every turn she took, it was one dead end after another. It was getting irritating. Why would Emile even point her here? Every twist and turn seemed all the same to her, but one right turn finally got her someplace, a small fountain in the middle of the maze. The statue resembled a weeping angel with wings that were cut off, its feet shackled. She couldn't help but remember her own situation: she too was shackled in this hell house. Approaching the statue, she saw another one of those cards from earlier. This one depicted a skeleton hanging upside down, and it

The group returned to Haverstone Manor in silence, their steps heavy with exhaustion. The once-imposing building seemed smaller now, dwarfed by the enormity of the task ahead. Emma felt the weight of the key in her pocket, its faint glow a constant reminder of their tenuous victory in the glade. But even as they crossed the threshold into the manor, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something unseen had followed them.

I peek behind Pyotr's shoulder and see the rest of the people who were taken following behind us. I shift my head, now looking at the manor. The manor has a way of belonging to the land it graced. Its walls are varying shades of grays and browns hidden behind tall withering black trees. The moonlight cast upon it makes it look as if it were glowing. I would be in awe of such a grand manor, but this place is not a house from a fairytale, but rather a nightmare. The black trees surrounding the manor look almost alive, and feel if I look away for even a moment they will move. My heart hammers in my ears and I unconsciously grab onto Pyotr's clothes. He looks down at me, releasing an annoyed sig

Ellie stuck her tongue out at her brother, he could be such a baby. "They're here." Jake mind linked. Jasmine had just arrived at the address that Ellie had sent her, she was stunned at the size of the house, no...scratch that, this wasn't a house it was a mansion. Taking Sofia out of the car, she made her way to the front door, wondering if she was at the correct place, thinking maybe she took a wrong turn, she turned back around, ready to go back to her car and call Ellie, when the door behind her opened and a feminine voice spoke, "Hi, you must be Jasmine, welcome to Hollow Manor."

Bohdan didn’t want to take the chance of just walking out the gate with the rest of the crowd, his chances were good he’d make it, but this was his best opportunity to leave this hell hole zoo for good. The area where the killings were to take place were still within the fenced in perimeter of the zoo and he couldn’t just fade away like he wanted. Then he spied something in the distance that gave him an idea. It was the meat wagon that brought the slaves the vampires feed on parked next to the stable. The horses were eating as the workers checked on the slaves to sort out the dead ones from the lives ones.

Otherwise, they were no different from regular people. Furthermore, just entering the manor required a special password. Otherwise, even the president could be unable to enter. Chad stepped off at the entrance and tapped the NFC before the gate opened. He entered the area, and a shared car parked along the road flashed at him. Chad got into the car and stated which manor he wanted to visit. The car then took the predetermined route. They were at One Green Hills Manor, which housed the world's most advanced facilities. The car's artificial intelligence began a conversation with Chad. "Mr. Chad Jennings, you are the owner of lot number three. It has been four years, two months, and three days

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.