Phantomhive Manor Novels & Stories

And I'm also not one to open up to strangers so quickly. The tiering journey does not seem to come to an end and to avoid thinking about my family and normal life, I begin taking in the hideous sight of this horrid mansion. The cobwebs, broken stairs, stained walls, creepy paintings, spiral long stairs, dry leaves.. E. T. C. The sight isn't at all pleasant. I often feel chills run along my back. I take a beep breath and continue this walk. Soon enough, the creatures open a door and we are then ushered out of the building.

A moment later, other loud howls erupt from the darkness around us, Like they’re answering their leader. Finally, we reach the massive stone entrance of the Raven manor. Adrian slows down, his breathing heavy and ragged, and comes to a stop near the side gate. My legs are shaking as I quickly climb down from his back, my muscles feeling weak from the ride and the tension that hasn't left my body.

"Then your father's debts will be settled in blood instead of marriage. I believe he owes roughly four liters. Would you like to start with his heart or his head?" I bit my lip, turning to look out the window. We were leaving the city center, heading toward the cliffs where the "Old Money" and the "Old Magic" lived. We eventually pulled up to Vane House. It was a fortress of black stone and ivy, perched on a jagged cliff overlooking the crashing waves of the Atlantic. It looked less like a home and more like a tomb. "Welcome to your new cage," Dante said as the door was opened by a silent, pale-faced butler.

The silence that followed the destruction of the Hive was deceptive. While the pack labored to scrub the green bile from the stone floors of the manor, Rhea found herself haunted by the memory of the hawk she had seen circling the ramparts. Its feathers hadn't been brown or black, but the exact shade of arterial spray.

She opened our door and walked out into the hall. Something felt wrong. I slipped out of bed and followed her. She went down the stairs, through the kitchen, and out the back door toward the garden. I stayed in the shadows, trailing her. I followed her across the garden to the abandoned greenhouse at the back of the estate. Its glass panes were shattered, with some sections boarded up. A faint, flickering candlelight glowed from within, casting an eerie light in the darkness. I hid behind a nearby tool shed and peeked around the corner.

Phia yells as she ushers us out the front door and towards the white cars. When we pull up outside the manor a few moments later, I stare out the window in awe. I saw the pictures online, but they do not do this place justice whatsoever. It’s a huge white manor with four wide pillars and pink flowers around the walls. A small fountain with a sculpture of a lady sits in the middle, and there’s a large set of grand stairs that go up to the building with golden features. I pop the car door open as we halt to a stop. My head turns to find Maxwell waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I attempt to walk properly in these black heels on the pebbled floor, but my feet haven’t forgiven me yet from Ava

"No thanks on the karaoke part. I think I'm okay with us giving Nadia a visit." Jin chuckled amusingly before speaking. "Your wish is my command, oh great Dual-wolf." I giggled again as he drove faster. It took a while, but we eventually got to the south side of the city. After asking for directions, it was quite easy to find Blackwood Manor. Jin pulled to a stop in front of the large metal gate which was painted black. Beyond the gates was a manor with moss-covered grey walls that stood as a testament to the passing of time. The place looked abandoned, but I knew better.

In the Haze Mansion, Bellvue Manor, a billionaire paradise, golden gates swung open to reveal a marble oasis. Crystal chandeliers and silk drapes shimmered in the light, and a sweeping staircase curved upwards to a master suite with a private balcony and panoramic views. Secret hideaways and art masterpieces awaited discovery, while outside, lush greenery and a private beach beckoned, promising serenity and luxury.

Stone walls loomed from the dark at last, not built so much as exhumed, wet with sheen that caught the moon in broken pieces. The manor rose beyond the gates like a cathedral someone had frightened. Spires stitched the sky. Windows stared too long. Ivy clung like bruise-dark veins. I shivered, and Gavin’s hand found mine, entwining his fingers and giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe we should have brought security,” I said for not the first time. “Or at least Beta Taylor. He’ll be pissed if he finds out we came here and didn’t tell him.” The natural territory that the Blackwell Manor was in was about an hour North of our borders. It was a territory outsiders would never dare to wander int

Then I navigated my way out of the hedge maze with no difficulty, just by following the path that looked the most trodden and trudged on. When I reached the manor, it was equally easy to find the pale brown door with the Alfiero family insignia on the fourth floor of the east wing. And it was mostly because there was no need for any skulking or maintaining appearances when the entire manor was free of any breathing being, courtesy of the ongoing feast at the Glass Dome. “Okay,” I mumbled to myself as I mentally gathered my composure and kept my worry in check. With an exhale, I held the brass knob, which was peculiarly shaped like a flame.