MasukPelin’s POV My breath hitched as I felt my body lift, helpless, my hands and feet locked in place by an unseen force. I tried to reach for Manolya but she was long gone. I couldn’t move or even scream. The silence was unbearable. I watched Libra drift closer, her presence pressing in on me until it felt like the air itself was judging me. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst through my ribs. Then she raised her hand. A silk ribbon slipped over my eyes, cool and soft as it wrapped around my vision, plunging me into darkness. Panic flared instantly. I tried to fight it, tried to move, but my body refused to obey. I felt her breath next against my hot skin. A gentle exhale against her palm, and then something light scattered over my face. Stardust. The moment it touched me, my mind lurched. My thoughts fractured, slipping away from my control. I felt my eyes roll back as the spell took hold, white-hot fear tearing through me as reality warped and twisted.
Manolya’s POV My heart hammered against my ribs as we fell, seconds stretching into pure agony. The air tore past us, ripping the breath from my lungs. Above us, Artemis floated effortlessly, crossing her legs as if she were settling into a throne instead of watching us plummet. “You witch, make us stop falling!” I hissed through clenched teeth. “As you wish, little girl,” Artemis replied, amused, that familiar madness gleaming in her eyes. A chill crawled up my spine as the small animals clinging to her marble skin and flowing dress began to roar and shriek. “Hold on to my hand Pelin!” I screamed her way as she frantically tried to inch closer to me while still falling freely. “Hold on to my hand, Pelin!” I screamed, reaching for her as she struggled to inch closer to me while still falling freely. “I’m trying!” she yelled back, panic cracking her voice. “Manolya, I can’t slow down!” My chest tightened, breath shallow and frantic, as Artemis slowly cupped her dark fingers t
Manolya’s POV “Stay alert,” I warned, scanning the environment. The pools were everywhere now, limiting our movement and cutting off potential escape routes. “She’s setting us up for something bad!.” Pelin nodded, gripping her weapon tightly as the oppressive silence pressed down on us. Then, from the far side of the astral plane, a thick fog began to roll in. “This is my dearest darling, Virgo!” Artemis sang unseen from above. “I’m sure you will enjoy her company!” My heart pounded as the shadowy figure of Virgo, The Virgin, emerged from the mist. She was stunning, with long, flowing purple hair and a crown encrusted with gems that sparkled like distant stars. Her white gown clung to her form, exuding an air of purity that seemed almost holy. But as she moved, dipping her hands into the poisoned pools, I realized how wrong that image was. The purity was only a lie. Her dress darkened, black tendrils spreading through the fabric like ink in water. When she stood uprig
Manolya’s POV She was slumped against the tree, blood soaking through her black combat attire , with her breath ragged. The arrow still in place. “Don’t move! I’ll get it out,” I said, my hands trembling as I grabbed the shaft. She groaned, clenching her teeth. “Just… do it! One…two…three!” I took a firm grip and pulled. The arrow slid free with a sickening sound, and Pelin gasped sharply. Without hesitation, I pressed my palm against the wound. “Natural healing!” I commanded, calling on the forest around us. The trees rustled. The scent of wet leaves and earth thickened in the air. Power surged up through my fingers, drawn from the moss, the roots, the pulse of magical life beneath us. Green light shimmered faintly beneath my hand. Pelin shivered, her lashes fluttering as the pain dulled. The blood slowed and the wound closed up. “I’ve got you,” I sobbed. She gripped my wrist. “Thanks, now let’s go!” But I wasn’t moving. Artemis floated beautiful in the air, silent and
Manolya’s POV I couldn’t help it. I looked back only to see Sagittarius thundering forward behind us on his four hooves. His lower half gleamed with the metallic sheen of a horse, Akhal-Teke gold, smooth and glimmering. His upper body was human, muscular, with tousled blonde locks. His eyes were a cold blue steel hue. He saw me looking, smirked and shouted, “Thousand Arrows!” Then he multiplied into a hundred riders. “Manolya!” Pelin screamed, her voice sharp with panic. “What the hell did he just do?” “I don’t know, copied himself?!” I yelled, grabbing her hand. “Climb! Get up the tree!” We ran and threw ourselves at the nearest tree. I shoved her up first, boosting her as arrows flew past us like a hailstorm. One grazed my leg, stinging hot, but I didn’t stop. I pulled myself up right behind her, gasping for breath. I held her tight as the rain of arrows dug into the trunk just below us. Just as we caught our breath, something green slithered out of the canopy above.
Manolya’s POV I didn’t even have time to catch my breath before the air shifted again. “She’s at it again,” Pelin muttered, coughing as she spat sand from her mouth. “She really likes torturing us.” I gave her a tired side-eye. “Yeah. I bet her soul got twisted staying locked in that temple for centuries…” “Yes, no visitors. No worshippers or fighters” Pelin answered me, she then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes scanning the arena. “You think they just left her here?” “Sure, why not? Who would even want to set her loose?” I whispered. “The cult of Artemis probably forgot to release her when the earthquakes started,” I muttered. “They must’ve run like cowards.” I dusted sand off my clothes and looked up at the blazing sky. “Left her trapped in duty while they saved themselves. And now we’re the ones paying for her insanity.” “Ooh, Manolyaaa… Peeeelin,” Artemis sang, her voice chiming like a dozen bells. She hovered above us, spinning slowly in the air, her smil
Emre’s POV The corridor smelled of bleach and disinfectant, sharp enough to sting my nose. White tiles gleamed under the fluorescent lights, polished so clean I could see my reflection in them—hollow eyes, sweat on my temples, a man who barely recognized himself anymore. Detective Kenan Karga had
Manolya’s POV The room was dim, lit only by a low ceiling lamp and the soft green glow of a heart monitor. The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, masking the faint earthy smell clinging to my clothes from the caves. Machines hummed softly at the edge of my hearing, their steady rhythm bot
Manolya’s POV I sat on the cold stone floor of the underground city of Kapadokya, my mind was a blur. The sirens echoed off the walls. I couldn’t feel the chill. I couldn’t feel anything. Where had my soul gone? Two policemen approached. One of them crouched in front of me, speaking in a low
Mr. Mehmet’s POV The air in the chamber was thick enough to choke on. Blood, sulphuric-smoke like poison — it clung to every surface, seeping into my beard and clothes. I staggered forward. Behind me, Emre half-carried the twins, Adem and Adlee, both pale and barely able to walk. Their brava







