Phantomhive Manor Novels & Stories

"I’m the one who’s been waiting for you for forty years. I’m the one at the gate." Suddenly, the floor of the ruins gave way completely. Ivy didn't fall into water or data. She fell into a garden—a real, overgrown, and decaying garden. The sun was setting, casting long, bloody shadows across the weeds. She looked up and saw a manor house. It was the Zero Layer estate, but it was a ruin. The glass was shattered, the granite covered in ivy, the Alpine peaks gray and indifferent. Sitting in a rusted wheelchair by the dry fountain was an old man. His hair was white, his skin a map of age and sorrow. But his eyes—they were obsidian black.

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea

Adrian smiled faintly. "I was hoping you'd say that." --- Three hours later... The helicopter landed on a private cliff overlooking the Azure Coast. Unlike Blackwood Island, this place felt alive. White waves crashed against towering cliffs. Wildflowers covered the hills. A narrow stone road wound toward an elegant seaside manor hidden among ancient pine trees. It was beautiful. Almost too beautiful. "The Black Raven House," Theodore said quietly. "I've only heard stories." Dr. Grant studied the estate. "No security cameras." "No guards."

We took off just as a convoy of Humvees breached the runway fence. We soared into the night sky. I looked down at the country below. It was a patchwork of lights. But now I knew that down there in the dark millions of eyes were watching. Waiting. "Sleep," Kael told me. He covered me with a blanket. "You need your strength for the father." I closed my eyes. But I did not sleep. I thought about the estate. The Vance Manor in the Hamptons was a gothic monstrosity built on cliffs overlooking the ocean. I had grown up there. I knew every secret passage. Every creaky floorboard.

The world blurred, and we were transported into an ancient, decrepit part of the Victorian manor. Withered ivy clung to the gray stone walls, and strange light filtered through broken stained-glass windows. 【Mission Update: Survive in the Manor of Death for 72 hours.】 Blood-red letters shimmered in the air before fading. "Look there!" Bob pointed to a wall at the end of the hall. An old, ornate mirror was displaying names in glowing red script:

All of my other women were on the third floor but if Bethany would want to be prioritized, she should just say the word to me, and I would gladly do it. Besides, I didn’t leave an exit route for her. If she could manage to escape from my harem, she couldn’t escape from the manor. We could in Bradfordshire, but the manor was built in a secluded area, and no one would venture near to it after a ridiculous rumor spread like wildfire. It was rumored that the people living in the manor were vampires. Unless she would be willing to walk at least twenty miles, then maybe she would have a chance to go back to her home. However, I doubted she could do that. She had no choice!

Caden agreed without hesitation, “Okay, Master Wade! In that case, I’ll rush over and have a look now.” Charlie hummed slightly in response, “I’ll be waiting for your update.” *** The car driven by Sonia arrived at Willow Manor more than twenty minutes later. The house was called Willow Manor because the entire manor was located on the edge of a lake halfway up the mountain that was full of dense weeping willows. It was said to be called Willow Manor, and it was estimated that there were more than twenty to thirty thousand weeping willow trees inside and outside the vicinity of the manor.

"Welcome to the Obsidian Manor, Elara. It sits on the edge of the Veil. Close enough to your world to be reachable, but far enough into mine to be... sovereign." The car slowed as they approached a set of iron gates that didn't swing open so much as they dissolved into smoke to let the vehicle pass. Ahead, the manor rose out of the mist. It was a monolith of dark stone and sharp glass, sprawling across the cliffside like a sleeping beast. There were no warm lights in the windows, only a faint, eerie luminescence that seemed to come from the stone itself. When the car stopped, a man appeared to open Elara’s door. He looked human, but his eyes were fixed and glassy, his movements too synchroni

The house was a ruin, a skeleton of stone and rotted timber that looked like it was being reclaimed by the salt and the ivy. As we dismounted, the wind whipped at my hair, carrying the scent of rosemary and rotting wood. Ruan stood beside me, his hand on the hilt of his knife, his eyes scanning the perimeter. The Phantoms and Strays moved with practiced precision, forming a wall of iron around the entrance. "Stay close, Doc," Ruan commanded. We entered the manor. The interior was a cavern of shadows, the floorboards groaning under our weight. I led the way, guided by a strange, primal memory I hadn't known I possessed. We reached the library, where a massive fireplace dominated the room.

When they reached the roundabout driveway and the curved stone stairs leading up to the massive solid wooden double doors, they opened, once again, on their own, beckoning their party inside. Outside of the cars, Xavier, Liam, and Dylan stared up at the massive hideaway with expressions so deeply suspicious she feared that superstition alone would be enough for them to call the entire venture off. So, when Marnie took the lead and started up the stairs, Ava didn’t hesitate to follow her. The inside of the manor fit the outside’s stately visage. It was all hardwood and stone; old-world craftmanship lovingly etched into every fine detail of the interior. It was also, Ava noticed, completely em