All Chapters of Hellblades: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

133 Chapters

101 - The Moonbird

Manolya’s POV Pelin’s gaze flicked to the bag. “Is Aziz in there?” My throat tightened instantly. “Yes,” I said, and my voice came out too small. I swallowed hard. “After Mr. Mehmet’s shadow preservation… he became a white cat again.” My eyes stung. “He looks so pure. White as snow. Like he never belonged to hell at all.” Pelin’s face softened, even if she was not sentimental about him. She understood what he meant to me. “He’s still soft,” I continued, and my voice cracked. “As if he’d still be by my side. I can’t… I don’t have the heart to open the bag to look. It breaks me.” Pelin reached over and squeezed my hand. “It’s okay,” she said. “We’ll take him to rest. And then we can cry at his tomb together.” I stared at her for a moment, grateful in a way I could not express. “Thank you,” I whispered. We stepped out of the car and grabbed what we needed. Water. A flashlight. Snacks Ayla had pressed into our hands. The hiking gear Mr. Mehmet had packed. I lifted t

102 - The Library

Manolya’s POV Pelin and I made our way back to Akyaka, driving from the Gates of Heaven. I was behind the wheel, and Pelin sat beside me, fidgeting nervously, clearly battling the urge to speak. I could feel her gaze on me, heavy and worried, but I kept my eyes fixed on the road, unwilling to open the floodgates just yet. “So… you just left Aziz there?” Pelin said finally. “Now what?” I stared blankly at the road ahead, olive trees lining the landscape outside the window in endless rows of silver-green. “I don’t know,” I whispered, my throat tightening. “My heart broke leaving him there. All alone.” Pelin’s voice softened immediately. “Do you want me to drive?” The road was empty and quiet, stretching endlessly ahead of us. I pulled over to the side and stopped the car, my hands trembling as I released the steering wheel. I sucked in a sharp breath and clutched my chest, trying to steady myself. “Yeah,” I managed. “I can’t right now.” Pelin nodded without a word. She clim

103 - A Gift For A Sultan

Manolya’s POV Pelin and I spent days buried in the library. Not hours. Days. The kind where the light outside the tall arched windows shifted from soft morning gold to harsh noon white, then melted into amber again before either of us noticed. The kind where time stopped meaning anything except how long my tea had gone cold beside me. Books were stacked everywhere. On the floor. On the low tables. On the arm of the cream-colored sofa beneath the window where I had claimed my spot. Ancient volumes with cracked leather spines lay open beside glossy new publications that still smelled faintly of ink and glue. Ottoman scripts. Translated mythologies. Local folklore collections. Academic journals so dense they made my head throb after two pages. Nothing. Every time I turned a page, my chest tightened with the same disappointing dread. Nothing about moonbirds. Nothing about Heaven’s Gate. I stirred my black tea absently, watching the surface ripple, when Pelin let out a f

104 - In Between Ruins

Manolya’s POV I had developed a habit of taking my father’s car. He never said no anymore. He never asked where I was going. He just watched me take the keys and accepted it in silence, like that was the price of still having me around. Pelin noticed the way my jaw tightened as I unlocked the doors. “He didn’t say anything again, did he?” she asked gently. I shook my head and slid into the passenger seat. “No. He never does. It’s like he’s afraid that if he opens his mouth, I’ll disappear out the door and never come back.” She hesitated. “And how does that make you feel?” I stared out the window. “Angry. Sad. Guilty. All at once.” I swallowed. “I still feel betrayed, Pelin. I know he thinks he’s giving me space…I just don’t know how to feel about it” She nodded slowly. “That makes sense.” After a moment, I forced a small smile and held up the keys. “If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it in style.” Pelin’s face lit up instantly. “I love taking your dad’s Merce

105 - The Temple of Artemis

Manolya’s POV A piece of me was missing, and I had no idea how to fill that void. Could this journey offer me some semblance of peace? I hoped so, even if I wasn’t entirely convinced. I still couldn’t process the feelings I had towards my father. It felt as though I was grieving the loss of both parents instead of just one. He was alive, breathing, moving through the house, yet something about him felt… dead to me in a way I couldn’t quite explain. I pushed my toughts aside for now. Slowly, the ruins of Ephesus began to loom closer. After a while, Pelin shifted in her seat. “Okay,” she sighed, flexing her fingers. “My legs are starting to feel like stone. Can we switch?” “Of course,” I said, pulling over. We switched places, and I drove the last stretch until we reached the parking lot. I turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, hands resting on the steering wheel. I took a deep breath and slipped the keys into my pocket while Pelin grabbed the coole

106 - Devotion

Manolya’s POV We stopped at the foot of the stairs. The first eight pillars at the entrance, four on each side, were adorned with sculptures at their bases. Humans and warriors carved into the stone, their strained bodies bent beneath the weight of the columns as if they were holding the temple up with their bare hands. Pelin didn’t move. I could hear her breathing beside me, shallow and uneven. “Okay,” she said finally, though her voice betrayed her. “You go first.” I glanced at her. “Why me?” She shot me a look. “Because if something jumps out, I want you to get the honor of slicing it first!” Despite everything, a weak laugh escaped me. “Wow okay, what’s up with you, you used to be less scared?” “I’m serious, Manolya,” she whispered, her eyes darting toward the shadows between the pillars. “What if there are monsters here? From the obsidian dimension? I think I’m having flashbacks from Derinkuyu the underground city, I can’t help but feeling scared ” I tightened my grip

107 - The Cult Of Artemis

Manolya’s POV A gleaming, unnatural white light poured from the statue’s eyes. The moment it touched the walls, the entire temple lit up and shadows flickered. A deep female voice echoed through the hall, layered and distorted. The statue was not a statue. It was a prison. And something had been trapped inside for a very long time. “I am the keeper of the Artemis Cult,” the voice boomed, rolling across the marble like thunder. “I have been waiting for warriors like you.” The eyes locked onto us, burning white, and my blood ran cold. Pelin sucked in a sharp breath beside me. “Manolya,” she whispered. “That thing is looking at us.” I didn’t answer. My body moved before my mind caught up. I lunged forward, with my hellblade raised, aiming straight for the statue’s chest. The blade passed through it. No resistance. No impact. Just a sickening drag through thick air, like slicing smoke soaked in magic. The force nearly pulled me off balance. “What?” I gasped, stumbling bac

108 - Aries Trial

Manolya’s POV The fog that damned demon had summoned into the arena didn’t just roll in; it was suffocating. It was thick, cloying, and smelled of ozone and damp earth. I could barely see my own hand in front of my face, let alone Pelin. “Pelin! Stay close!” I shouted, my voice sounding thin against the heavy silence of the arena. “I’m here, Manolya! Right behind you!” Then, the ground began to thrum. A rhythmic, heavy thudding that grew louder with every heartbeat. Out of the white haze, a nightmare took shape. It was massive, a hulking wall of muscle and bronzed armour. The creature stood on two thick, furred legs, but its head was that of a monstrous ram. Its horns weren’t just bone; they were jagged, spiraling obsidian that seemed to drink the light. “Is that… Aries?” Pelin gasped, her voice trembling. The demon goddess laughed from her high throne floating mid air above the stone arena, the sound echoing like breaking glass. “The Ram charges fiercely, litt

109 - Channeling

I reached for my sword again, my hand trembling slightly as I pulled it from its sheath. It wasn’t the comforting warmth I expected. The blade felt unnaturally cold, as though a chill had seeped into my bones. My heart raced as the blade pulsed with a ferocious red light, the glow flashing like fire on my skin. The coldness wrapped around me, filled me up, and I let it. Let it consume me. I gripped the hilt tightly, determined to protect Pelin at all costs. With my breath coming fast, I held the blade in front of me, infusing it with Mastery of Ice. The icy energy filled my veins, and with a sweep of my sword, shards of ice shot toward Aries. I could feel the power of the spell, the cold biting through the air, the icy shards cutting through the dust and smoke. They hit Aries with a sharp, solid force, catching him off guard as the cold pressed against his fiery aura. The ram stumbled, slowing, the frost spreading across his body like a creeping winter storm.

110 - Taurus Trial

Manolya’s POV The dust from Aries hadn’t even settled before the world shifted again. The Artemis demon transformed the arena, the shifting marble of the amphitheater groaning as it morphed into a vast, rugged terrain. Colossal rocks erupted from the center stage, scattering across the ground. The fog seeped in once more, thick and suffocating, enveloping us in an oppressive silence that swallowed the rows of ghostly spectators. Artemis descended from mid air to the center of the arena. She reached behind her back and drew out her bow, its surface carved with ancient symbols. She pulled the string back, and an arrow of glowing white energy formed between her fingers, solidifying as she aimed. She released it. The arrow landed perfectly in the center, next to a towering figure emerging from the mist as it slowly dissipated. “Little flames,” Artemis said and laughed coldly, like icy bells caught in frost. “Meet my wrath. Taurus the Bull!” she said in a delighted tone. “Isn’t he s

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