Potter Manor Novels & Stories

Alpha Teller charged forward. The Mage closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He flung his hand towards the buckets of gasoline. They flew and landed right before the crowd, spilling and spreading the fire round them. "I think this is the time to run" Sophie started running off "See you later, Teller!" the Mage yelled as she rushed after her. "We have reached where we are going to stop" Tonia said as they walked into the Jed's Manor. Jed's Manor is the biggest Manor in the town and Jed was rumored to be the richest Alpha.

Flabbergasted, Holly gawked at her sister in horror, "You made them run you a bath!" "Of course, not!" Willow shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. "They offered, and I just didn't have the heart to refuse. Anyway, you're fixating on all the wrong things. Look at this." She paused and pointed at the initials on her chest, "Who's 'PM'? You reckon this belongs to a past guest or something? Ewww!" "Don't be silly!" Holly said, sitting her down. "It's Pinewood Manor." "What?" "The monogram," Holly replied, and when Willow still looked confused, she continued. "The 'PM'. It's for Pinewood Manor."

The actual chandelier left a large shadow on most of the large open space. The mansion had an awful feel. Just being inside it gave me a horrible feeling inside, but I couldn't pinpoint why I had it. It was like something dreadfully morbid was happening, but it was the mansion of a woman over fifty years old. She couldn't kill someone if she tried, right? She was too old to, although the strength she showed when she slapped me made me question that notion. "Where is everyone?" she asked angrily, rhetorically.

I nod, letting Sabastian get in front as I sit in the back in the middle with Gabriel and Caleb at my sides. The drive isn’t long, a few winding roads before we come to a glade with a Manor House. The stubs are blackened; the earth scorched. There appears to be no sign of life. Half the house looks decayed and crumbling. “This can’t be it?” I swallow, feeling the hairs at the back of my neck creep up on my skin. “It could be magic a deterrent to keep people out,” Caleb suggests as I nod. If that’s the case, it’s incredibly effective. “If it’s not magic, then … “ Teddy’s smug smile comes to mind as my mates poured over his findings. I had thought that smile was there because of last night and

Alfred Rickman’s estate in the English countryside reminded Rachel of Downtown Abbey. The ginormous manor house was surrounded by lush greenery, woods, and many hills in the distance. The lawn was trimmed to perfection and the two fountains in front of the house were reminiscent of those exquisite marble statues in Rome. The place looked like something out of a Beatrix Potter storybook.

I noticed in amusement as almost all of the Moroi girls had suitcases with them. The first thing I did was to take a look at the immediate area surrounding us. We seemed to be in a wide open car park. There was a large fountain with a mermaid holding a tilted pot from which water gushed out from. Beyond the fountain was a large manor and boy was it massive! There were at least ten stories and I presumed that the width of it had to be 200 metres at least. An impressed whistle echoed amongst us novices. No doubt most of us hadn't been to a place as grand as this before. To one side of the building was a gradual hill leading down to the beach, the other side led to the mountain filled with wood

CHAPTER 62 Camryn's POV The Castellan manor rose from Lenore’s underground caverns like a monument to power and old money. I’d seen noble estates before. House Rosetti’s compound had been impressive. But this was different. The manor had been carved directly from the cavern stone, its walls polished black marble that seemed to absorb light. Gas lamps lined the pathways, their flames reflecting off obsidian surfaces. Gardens surrounded the entrance, impossible greenery thriving in artificial light through methods I couldn’t begin to understand.

"Tell me about the manor." "House of horrors." "I hate that name." "Well, you should. She does. What do you want to know?" he asked. "It's bigger than a fucking palace. The grounds go on forever. It used to be a tobacco plantation. I guess it still kind of is. I mean they still grow tobacco but it has more: gardens, pool, tennis courts, lake, woods..." "They're not letting me in the front gate. Tell me how I can get on the grounds. If there will be a crowd there next Saturday, one more person shouldn't trigger a red flag."

"Tell me about the manor." "House of horrors." "I hate that name." "Well, you should. She does. What do you want to know?" he asked. "It's bigger than a fucking palace. The grounds go on forever. It used to be a tobacco plantation. I guess it still kind of is. I mean they still grow tobacco but it has more: gardens, pool, tennis courts, lake, woods..." "They're not letting me in the front gate. Tell me how I can get on the grounds. If there will be a crowd there next Saturday, one more person shouldn't trigger a red flag."

a loud chuckled erupted from the person's throat. "Okay, thank you once again" with that I opened the passenger door and stepped out, closing the door. My helper gave me a curt nod and drove off. I looked at the familiar mansion and a smile crept onto my face and I immediately forgot about my pain. I pressed the gate bell and the security inquired about my name and the reason for my visit, which I provided accurately after which he told me he will get back to me shortly. I guess he's new because the gate keeper Xander introduced to me the last time I was here is an older man Mr. Potter and we are kind of friends, you can't blame me for been friends with my grandpa's age.