LOGINManolya Kara’s world is defined by what is missing. Her mother is gone, her father is an unreadable stranger wrapped in dangerous secrets, and now, the woman who raised her is losing her only sister to an unnatural disappearance. As the small Turkish coastal town of Akyaka descends into panic over a legendary creature that judges the guilty, Manolya is forced into a war she didn't know existed when she opens an antique box she was never meant to touch. The result? Guided by a snarky demon from the fall of Constantinople bound in the form of a cat, Manolya uncovers the Hellblades: rubied scimitars that bleed red light and force monsters into the open. Swept into the dangerous obsidian dimension, Manolya and her cousins must train under a ruthless weapons master and learn to fight alongside a demon, or become the next victims sacrificed to the darkness.
View MoreMr. Mehmet’s POVThe 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 bravado was gone, and now they looked like what they were: children.I waved them closer, snapping in my usual sharp tone. “Keep up, keep up! Limping won’t save anyone.”Adem groaned. “We’re trying, old man—”“Try harder,” I barked, though my chest was burning with fear. Not for myself. For the girls.I hurried toward the bodies that lay crumpled near the shattered altar — Ipek and Pelin. Still. Lifeless. Their faces gray as stone.“No, no, no…” Emre’s voice cracked as he stumbled after me. “Not them too!”“Quiet!” I snapped, raising a trembling hand.My eyes darted from one girl to the other, scanning, searching.Their chests did not rise.Their pulses were faint, unnaturally rapid and shallow.I swall
Emre’s POVI don’t remember running down the last tunnel. My legs carried me, but it wasn’t me, just raw instinct. The cab ride, the sprint through the ruins, the sound of my blood hammering in my ears… all of it blurred into one endless rush.It wasn’t until I reached the chamber that I realized why it froze me as the world snapped into focus.Manolya was there.My little girl.Her hellblade glowed with a ferocious red gleam, her body trembling as she stood before the monster. A monster I knew all too well.And then I heard it.Laughter.A woman’s laughter.It was Bengü…Bahar…The realization alone shattered me.She stood in the middle of the cave, her tight red dress glowing in the flickering light, stiletto heels piercing into the dust like daggers. But her body shimmered, blonde hair showing through where the dye had burned away. Bahar.I knew it before she even opened her mouth.And when she did—it wasn’t for me.It was for my daughter.“You trusted me, didn’t you?” Her voice dri
Manolya’s POVThe air grew heavier the deeper we ran, the tunnel bending like a throat swallowing us whole.My lungs burned, but Aziz didn’t slow, his body was always a step ahead, his presence pulling me forward.The door loomed out of the dark.Old wood, cracked, yet glowing with that same awful horn I had seen on the bench in the square and again on Ipek’s door. Red and gold light pulsed across it like a heartbeat, mocking me with every throb.I froze. “Aziz…”He didn’t hesitate.His beast strength exploded against the door, splintering it apart in a single blow.Dust rained down, stinging my eyes. His arm came around me instantly, shielding me as the shards flew.But nothing could shield me from what I saw inside.Ipek.Pelin.Floating.Their arms stretched out as though crucified on invisible beams.Oh Allah, Ipek’s pregnant belly—were exposed upward, her body utterly still. Pelin lay motionless beside her.Black smoke coiled around them like ropes, wrapping tighter, holding them
Manolya’s POVThe air grew colder as we stepped deeper into the chamber. At first I thought the shadows were only shadows. But then they moved.They had legs, arms, and faces so dark they almost swallowed light.Black Marids.Dark whirlwinds coiled at their feet, binding them to the stone floor, and their palms stretched outward, spilling smoke that writhed, bending at their will.I felt the hair rise on my arms.These weren’t ghouls.The ghouls had been only a warm-up.Aziz’s lip curled. “Marids,” he spat the word like a curse. “Be on your guards! This won’t be easy.”Their grins split wide, teeth glimmering sharp white against their endless black skin.My stomach dropped.Adem let out a nervous laugh, twirling his blade like he was showing off. “Doesn’t look so bad.”Adlee snapped back, his voice tight. “You’re shaking, idiot.”“I’m not—”“You are,” I cut him off, my own voice trembling. “Both of you, focus.”Uncle Eren’s shoulders squared, his hellblade glowing red in his hands. “S
Manolya’s POVI froze, my stomach twisting. “Are you sure?” I asked a bit skeptic, my voice barely above a whisper. When she said the blood never leaves, it somehow felt like her words were directed at me.She looked at me, her smile faint and unreadable. “I never paid it much mind, but they do hav
Manolya´s POVI sat in the old woman’s living room, the scent of fresh detergent mixing with the smell of black tea. The light brown baroque leather sofa and blue oriental rugs gave the room a timeless, worn elegance.Outside, the rain had stopped, but the air still felt heavy, the remnants from th
Manolya’s POVPelin smirked, heaving her bag in with my help. “You two better not have forgotten anything this time.”Adem scratched his neck, sheepish. “Uh, maybe my phone. Almost left it.”“Toothbrush?” Pelin teased, arching a brow as rain dripped from her hood.Adem and Adlee swapped a guilty lo
Manolya´s POVThe moment I stepped out on the airport terminal, a wall of hot, humid air pricked my nostrils, thick with jet fuel, blooming jasmine, and wet concrete.Rain pattered softly from the stormy sky, the clouds still heavy from the morning’s downpour.My eyes darted to the exit, and there






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