LOGINPelin’s POV Libra’s presence pressed in, invisible but heavy. Her voice slipped through the air like silk. “Do you hear them.” My throat closed. “Your truth is so inconvenient to them. Who will believe you when he comes from such a perfect family, hm?” My throat closed. My parents turned away from me together. My punishment was decided without another word. Just withdrawal, as if it would make me learn my lesson. My lungs burned as I dragged in air, each breath sharp and shallow. The beach felt too wide, too exposed, like there was nowhere left to hide. Libra’s voice curled around me again, gentle and precise. “Do you feel it now?” she whispered. “How easily love turns its back on you.” “Stop,” I rasped, pressing my hands to my chest. “why do you say that?.” I sobbed. She stepped closer. I could not see her, but I felt her weight settle into the space between my thoughts. “They all left you,” she continued softly. “Your fiancé. Your friend. Even your parents
Pelin’s POV She stepped into view like she owned the beach, slipping easily to Eric’s side. Her arm curled around his, casual, intimate. The same arm that used to loop through mine. “Pelin’s always been dramatic,” Zeynep said, smiling at him. “You know that.” I stared at her. “Get your hand off him.” She turned to me, eyes wide with mock innocence. “Why? You don’t mind, do you? We’re friends after all.” Friends. I remembered how she used to sit on my bed, whispering secrets. How she had cried on my shoulder. How she had sworn she would never hurt me. Eric chuckled. A short, humorless sound. “She’s right,” he said. “You always make things bigger than they are.” Zeynep leaned closer to him, lowering her voice just enough that I could still hear. “I told you she’d react like this.” Something inside my chest cracked. “I am not dramatic” I tried to defend myself. Zeynep shrugged. “Someone had to be honest. You’re actually exhausting, Pelin. Always so sad and needy.”
Pelin’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 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
Manolya’s POV Sweat collected at my hairline. Behind my closed lids, something began to stir. A flicker. A smell. A sound. Blood. The image did not come as a clear picture. It came as impressions. The thick, metallic stench filling my nose. Warmth on my hands. Something wet soaking throug
Aylin’s POV The sterile lab lights hummed faintly above us, casting a cold blue sheen over the metal counters and buzzing machines. I sat beside Kenan, shoulders tight, eyes glued to the lab results glowing on the screen. My fingers tapped nervously against the desk, a habit I could not stop whe
Mr. Mehmet’s POV The air in the stairwell grew colder with each step. The murmur of voices from the upper floors faded behind me, replaced by the sterile buzz of ventilation and the faint sound of dripping water. The basement smelled of disinfectant and something else. Something foul that clung t







