Wang Manor Novels & Stories

The dragon thought for a minute. A gold enameled plaque appeared above the door outside the manor gates. The simple words revealed the new home of the dragon and his bride, Eclipse Manor. The friends smile at each other, nodding their approval of the name. Ao Shun turned, staring down at the woman who would be in his life forever. Langshen prodded Huxian and together they exit the room, leaving the couple together.

“Sorry for calling you this late, but we had to set aside the project since Bill is still unconscious.” My world suddenly spun around me. “W-what? I thought—” “He’s OD with an energy drink, sir.” *** The Thirty-five rooms Kentworthry Manor stood on the ground for over a century still looked prestigious with its Shakespearean architectural design from granite blocks. “Welcome back! How’s your flight?” Mama met me at the door. “Terribly long, but it’s worth it now that I am here. I missed you, Mama.” I pulled her into a hug.

Rubbing his jaw, he picked himself up and prayed that the lady wouldn't be found, unlike last time. - - - The maze seemed endless and every turn she took, it was one dead end after another. It was getting irritating. Why would Emile even point her here? Every twist and turn seemed all the same to her, but one right turn finally got her someplace, a small fountain in the middle of the maze. The statue resembled a weeping angel with wings that were cut off, its feet shackled. She couldn't help but remember her own situation: she too was shackled in this hell house. Approaching the statue, she saw another one of those cards from earlier. This one depicted a skeleton hanging upside down, and it

"I want to show you something." The drive through the city was quiet, tension humming between us like a live wire. When we finally pulled up to ornate iron gates, I felt my breath catch. "Rosevale Manor," Luxian announced as the gates swung open. "The most exclusive venue in the region." The manor was stunning—white stone walls covered in ivy, tall windows that caught the morning light like diamonds. It looked like something from a fairy tale, the kind of place where princesses got married.

] [Wilbur, I’ll pay you a silent tribute! While standing in a luxurious room of a huge building, the man called ‘Young Master Wayne’ initially held a glass of red wine in his hand and watched Homan Tower across the street. But when he saw Shirley making such a comment, he instantly felt as though thorns were pricking his back, and the wine was no longer fragrant. Soon, a phone call came in.

I N O N E O F the city’s largest and most lavish of private residences, came the sound of a whistling tea kettle from the kitchen that had hot wisps of steam trailing into the air after which a fairly tall middle-aged woman appeared, wearing a white dress and an apron of the same color. Her dark hair was folded back into a perm and had tiny streaks of white aligned from both sides of her temples. It was the Sinclair Manor, ranked number three of the top ten biggest manors in Atlanta, thanks to its exquisite appearance as a modernized castle with its six tall peaking towers, all of which were coated white, surrounded with a large lawn almost three-quarters the size of a football field.

Once out in the hallway, Blakeney said, “I thought we could talk for a bit and then have lunch together. You okay with that?” James nodded. “Sure, it sounds fine, sir.” “Okay. We’ll be having lunch sent over to my house, Washington Manor.” “Washington Manor?” “Oh, pardon me. It’s the largest house in the staff living area, reserved for the director if they choose to use it,” Blakeney explained. “The reason it’s named for the Washington family is because they donated much of the land the Academy stands on. It’s a really nice house. Much too big for just me, actually.”

Her expression was serious and stern. I was confused. Shopping online? “I want to stay at the Adolphus Manor, and I am trying to book a spot ahead of time, but it seems there is something wrong with my internet connection or something.” Isabella may have rejected me, but in the few hours we had spent together, she seemed to know a lot more about electronics than I did. She did most of the work for booking us an Airbnb and everything else. Even taught me the basics that I know now. “Adolphus Manor is said to host werewolves during the days leading to and on the full moon.” The old woman, Beth, blurted out, catching me off guard. “Of course that’s just the rumours going around.”

"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."

I re-dress my wound and head to my investigation room. I make sure to lock the door before entering. I ring Ken. “Did you gather information about the last lead?” I ask him, a glint of hope shimmering in my voice. “I hate to break it to you, but, he’s not the one,” Ken says. I slam the table in front of me. “But I found out some credible details,” Ken continues, “That night when you were chained with shackles, do you remember seeing a blonde man with sunglasses?” I say, “No, I don’t.” “Well, the man was there, his name is Yeon Mang, you should question him about the incident, he will surely know more about this,” Ken tells me, “But there’s a catch. He only attends art shows, so do what you c