Red Mansion Manga Novels & Stories

Wolf Gang The music under the mansion was violent, the kind that rattled the bones of the walls, the kind that swallowed voices whole and made the air throb like a heartbeat gone wild. The basement club of Ares Langford’s Tokyo mansion was lit in deep neon blues and reds, lights slicing through smoke and laughter. It wasn’t a room, it was a world — underground, private, lawless, loud. A space he’d built years ago but rarely used anymore. At least not until Lila came back into his life and reminded him what reckless youth felt like.

Leah's POV The moon hung low that night, its crimson glare spilling over Redwood Mansion like a wound torn open in the sky. I stood before it, breath fogging in the chilled air, my boots sinking into the cracked earth where grandeur once reigned. The luxurious manor where my grandfather had held court was a husk now, its walls sagging, its windows blind and gaping. Yet the murals - those gorgeous, sprawling tales of Lycan triumph - clung to the stone, and the carved beams overhead still bore the weight of forgotten glory. A ache bloomed in my chest, sharp and unbidden, not for the place itself, but for the blood that tied me to it, the lineage crumbling like the house before me.

“.…Well, Well..Well…aren’t that interesting…” I put down the file, as I finished inspecting it, then Alfred took the file and read them himself. He also carries the same reactions as me. “Now…this is very interesting…Hohohohoho….Sire, you really are a genius beyond everyone in this Fantasma…”. (Alfred) Merrica City, The Murr Family Mansion.

Right on cue Mai's eyes shot open, leaping from out of her bed. "Don't you dare touch my meat!" growled Mai, fire burning in her eyes with the intent of defending her precious meat. Seeing this, Maria couldn't help but sigh at her meat-loving best friend. 'She reminds me of a certain anime character. The only thing missing is a straw hat and Mai declaring her dream of wanting to be Pirate King!' Maria recalled a popular anime series from her old world before walking over and snapping her fingers in front of Mai's face. "H-Huh? Where's the meat?" Blinking her large amber eyes, Mai finally realized her surroundings, which was their dorm room, her precious meat nowhere in sight.

“Yes, and no. I do not think you’ve enough blood in you for any kind of transformations or powers, but you are of Hafgan’s bloodline, of this I am sure.” “But how do you know?” He asks, still full of questions for me, it seems. I chuckle. He is like a curious child. With a wave of my hand, I bring forth the magic of my bloodline, causing a red aura to burn all around me. This causes Max to flinch, but as soon as he realises the flames do not catch fire or burn, he relaxes and wiggles his hand within the aura.

Darren used his sharp eye powers to see inside the mansion; the occupants were still asleep. Two warriors from the Redwood Pack broke down the iron door. Several warriors and royal soldiers went inside, and others surrounded the mansion. Noura and Darren came in because their strength was so needed. About ten minutes later, Noura and Darren came out. Behind them, warriors and soldiers with the suspected perpetrators. All the suspects were outside the mansion; they were gathered in the vacant land in front of the mansion. "They're half vampire and half witch." Darren smiled crookedly.

Making Ren press his lips into a thin line putting his hands inside his pocket making a mental note as soon as they are done by searching the Koishi place. To have a talk with Yamaga about this matter so they could also ask the landlady about the little girl. “Officer Yamaga” bowing the granny Ren enters inside the house removing his shoes walking through the long hallway. Almost stumbling on his feet looking at the house how messy it really is. The clothes all over the place along with the manga on the floor only made his eyes go wide in response. Picking one of them just to see if it has a sign over it by the author itself.

The large front doors were already open from the gun fire, allowing us direct access into the mansion. The inside looked exactly the same as I remembered, expensive marble floors, golden decorations, paintings hanging on the walls like this place belonged in some luxury magazine instead of a criminal empire. Now's definitely not the time to admire. Phil glanced around while keeping his gun raised. “Your father seriously had a villain aesthetic.” “Kagemoto Kazama isn’t my father.” Phil gave me a quick look but didn’t argue. Good. I walked deeper into the mansion, stepping over broken glass while alarms started ringing faintly somewhere upstairs. More guards appeared from the hallway ahead and

Garfield’s POV In the basement of Prince Liam's mansion, I'm silently running my fingers over the longsword hanging on the wall. Memories of the good old days flood my mind, like they happened just yesterday. But the cold touch of the scabbard reminds me mercilessly that it's all gone, just like the sword's owner, who will never smile at me again. "You're here, good," a female voice interrupts my reminiscing. I turn to face Maria, feeling another surge of disgust towards this woman.