Potter Manor Novels & Stories

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

"I'm scared." A soft, childlike voice echoed in Debra's mind. The sound jolted her out of her thoughts, and she yanked her hand back from the swing. It felt so familiar. She turned around and scanned the courtyard. She had wandered there while lost in her thoughts. This was her first time in the garden of the Potter Mansion. Yet the flowers and scenery around her felt so familiar. Barton walked into the garden. "Mr. Andrew Potter wants to meet you, Mrs. Houston."

Tessa and Kiera asked at the same time, fear rising on their voice. Their house was a manor located on the top of a hill. It was considered a villa as the manor had an expanse land with well trimmed hedges and garden, a lovely fountain at the centre, they had neighbors' who lived far away from their environs and they had a collection of the best high-end security in the country.

The Nickel Manor is the irony of its name. It is ostentatious to a point of intimidation. A multi-million mansion sleeping on a large estate. Plain murky brown coloured bricks pride it, with a grandiose circular driveway and ornate fountain at the centre. It has immaculate Italianate garden with orchards, arboretum and well-trimmed walled vegetable gardens.

“Didn’t you say you’re living alone at the Manor?” “Yeah, well, not quite. Remember your first visit? The apparition upstairs?” “Oh, yeah, in the master bedroom.” “Well, that was Ann Marie, wife of Joseph Blotter, the man who built the Manor back in 1870.” “And how could you possibly know who I saw?”

POV EMMA BELLE The valley floor was a bowl of white quartz and translucent stone, hence its name. But today, the crystals weren't shimmering with the pride of a kingdom; they were clouded, the once-pristine surfaces etched with the soot of old fires and the moss of neglect. The ruins of the Great Manor stood at the far end, a skeleton of obsidian pillars and collapsed marble that looked like a ribcage rising from the earth. "It hasn't changed," Kaelen whispered, his voice sounding hollow as he rode beside me. He was staring at the doorway where he had last seen our mother alive. "The silence... it’s exactly the same as the night I was taken."

Longbottom only knew that the person was in Wiltspoon. However, he did not have any other useful information. Wildridge Manor had been heavily guarded before, but the security level had heightened even further. Although the gates were wide open, it was extremely difficult to get inside. “Why didn’t you go inside to have a look since you were already there?” Mr. Longbottom asked. She replied aggrievedly, “I wish to enter the manor so much that I even dream of it at night. My mom was going to marry me off to the York family.

"said Linda. There was a knock on the door. The person knocked once and then waited for a response. "Who is it?asked Jewel from her room. " Food for miss Jewel and Linda"came an old masculine voice . " How where you even able to get through to them?"asked Linda in surprise. She got a giggle from Jewel as a response. She walked to the door and then opened it to see a man in his late fifties. He had bald head and had nicely trimmed beards. His hair was grey and and he had very funny looking glasses on. They looked like those of Harry Potter. The glasses reminded her of someone but she was not sure of whom it was. Linda smiled at the man and said a thank you as she collected the tray of food fr

The spell had stopped working. Her eyes widened in surprise and a huge grin spread over her face. She took huge strides and found herself in the front porch. She turned behind and saw the purple flowers—Aconite—Wolfsbane—lining the door. A few more steps away and she could see the wholeness of the mansion. It was dark and dangerous, equally on the outside as it had been on the inside. The new moon shone at over its tapering rooftop and chimneys and grey brick walls on the exterior—it had been her prison.

Even as he tried to convince himself that he was seeing things and started to forget, the man appeared when he reached his apartment compound! "You're so slow!" The man pointed at his legs, and Mr. Quaker looked down to see that he did not have legs! His terror overwhelming him right then, Mr. Quaker bolted, only for the man to chase him down relentlessly. He was actually floating too, while Mr. Quaker's screams resounded in the apartment, as if they were never going to stop… - Three days later, near the entrance of Frankton Tower, Frank, Jada, and the others were just stepping out of the lobby as they were discussing BM Group.