LOGINPelin’s POV Then, the water parted. Ripples spread in sharp rings as something massive moved beneath the surface. Cancer’s black shell rose slowly from the depths, slick and glistening. His grotesque eyes surfaced next bulging and emotionless. Then came the claws. Black blood seeped from the stump Manolya had sliced earlier… But the limb had already regrown. “No way,” I breathed. He didn’t roar this time. He charged. With a sudden push of his thick back legs, Cancer lunged forward across the water faster than anything that size should move. His claws came down hard, pinning both of us to the slick rock. We gasped, struggling beneath the crushing weight. “No!” Manolya screamed with her voice raw. “Don’t touch Pelin! Let her go!” “Me? Let go?” Cancer said with a rasping chuckle. “That’s cute. Adorable, really. But wrong.” His claws tightened. “My grip is iron. I crush sea spiders for breakfast. What do you think I’ll do to you?” He tilted his grotesque head. “You’re
Pelin’s POV He turned back toward Manolya, still clamped in his pincer, struggling and coughing through the rising water. “If I kill her, like Gemini tried and failed, that makes me the winner, doesn’t it?” He grinned, as smug as a monster in a shell could look. “And you, Pelin… that makes you the loser. A nobody. A sidekick in someone else’s story.” My fingers curled into fists. “But,” he added, voice turning oily, “you could replace her.” My breath hitched. Cancer’s eyes gleamed. “Step in. Take the glory. Be the chosen one. You have the skill. The heart. Why always second place? Why always her?” Manolya gasped as the claw tightened. Her demon mark pulsed like fire beneath her soaked clothes. I stared at her. She was scared. Not just of Cancer. Of herself, of me mabe? She was spiraling again. And for one breathless, shameful second, I hesitated. Would it be easier if I was the chosen one? Would I finally stop feeling like a background character in my best friend’s
Pelin’s POV “All these pitiful emotions,” Artemis sang in delight. “My delightfully tricky twins… they almost got to you, didn’t they?” She smiled at us, empty and cruel. Her obsidian skin seemed to drink the light, her eyes shining unsettling bright. I shivered. The demon mark burned as I panted, still kneeling, with Manolya holding me upright. “I see you are a jealous person,” Artemis added, her gaze locking onto mine. My breath caught as I looked frantic towards Manolya. She didn’t say anything, and my heart leaped in terror. “And I see another fear when I look at you,” she continued, her voice velvet-smooth. “I…see…everything.” Before I could react, a violent force tore me away from Manolya. A sudden tide surged from nowhere, cold and relentless, dragging me backward as Artemis laughed, delighted, to her heart’s content. “Manolya! Grab my hand!” I screamed. “I can’t reach you!” Manolya screamed back, panic tearing through her voice. “Pelin, the water is pulling me away! H
Manolya’s POV Then the memory of Aziz’s voice rang in my mind. He had told me long ago, before this mess even begun. “Fight in the way of Allah those who fight you, but do not transgress. Indeed, Allah does not love the transgressors.” I remembered when he had said it. Aziz had snorted with that infuriating smug smile of his, and leaned closer like he was sharing a secret. “That’s what all the so-called good guys say,” he had said lightly. “But you know me, I’m not that kind of guy. And you are nothing like me.” He had smiled then, sharp and unapologetic. “Don’t worry little peach. I kill for fun,” he’d added, completely serious. “Those ghouls I hunted for you? They gave me great satisfaction.” Then he had purred, that infuriating, affectionate tone he always used. “Your soul is too pure, not even my darkness can touch you. I will never hurt you.” And I had laughed. I couldn’t help it. Because no, I wasn’t like him. And he had known that too. I met gemini
Manolya’s POV The fog hardened, thick and suffocating, clinging to the air around us like a predator waiting for its moment to strike. That was when I heard the laughter. It didn’t come from one place. It came from everywhere. “Manolya!” Pelin shouted, panic sharp in her voice. “I’m here! Where are you?” How could we have been separated?! “I—I can’t see you!” I yelled back, turning in place. The fog swallowed my words whole. My hellblade flared to life in my grip, its glow cutting weakly through the haze. I tried to search for Pelin’s light, but the fog was too dense Then the laughter came again. But this time it was soft, amused and layered that made my skin crawl. A chorus of voices, overlapping, harmonizing in mockery, as if they were laughing at us rather than near us. “Hehehe… hahahaha…” It echoed above me, beside me, behind me. My pulse spiked. The voice from the Artemis demon drifted down through the fog, light and taunting. “The Geminis are here.” My stomach d
Manolya’s POV The look she gave me was what made my heart clench. Taurus noticed. His smile sharpened. “Careful now,” he said coldly. “She’s afraid of what you might become.” The demon mark burned hotter, spreading through my chest in waves. My breath stuttered, then deepened, dragging heat into my lungs. My hands trembled, fingers curling on their own as if they no longer belonged to me. The pain didn’t feel like pain anymore. It felt warm and inviting. Enticing. My shoulders loosened. My jaw unclenched. For the first time since everything shattered, the tight knot in my stomach began to ease. I wanted it to happen. The rage filled the empty spaces inside me, thick and heavy, pushing the grief aside. My vision sharpened, colors bleeding darker at the edges. My pulse slowed, steady and powerful, like something ancient waking up under my skin. I didn’t feel weak. I felt stronger. My reflection flickered across my sword. The mark on my chest pulsed,
Manolya’s POV The courtroom was colder than I expected. Not physically cold. But that kind of cold that settles into your bones when you realize everyone is watching you, waiting for you to fail and then devour you whole. I sat straight on the wooden bench, hands folded in my lap like Adil had
Emre’s POV The sterile hospital smell still clung to my clothes. Disinfectant, old people and stale coffee. It followed me all the way down the corridor, into the parking lot, and then vanished as I stepped inside my black Mercedes like where a scented figure of a strawberry hanged. It was Manoly
Mr Mehmet’s POV I stepped away from the door and walked back into the thin light bands from the window. “I have seen the case file,” I said. “The black residue on her clothes. The pattern on her wrists. The lack of animal tracks. The time-stamp inconsistencies. The witness statements that mysterio
Mr Mehmet’s POV The chief’s office was dim, the blinds half-closed and cutting the late afternoon light into thin grey stripes across the floor. Dust floated lazily through the air each time the radiator clicked on. The whole room smelled faintly of old coffee, paper, and the weight of unsolved







