All Chapters of Hellblades: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

133 Chapters

121 - The Call of the Abyss

Manolya’s POV “You killed Capricorn,” she whispered, her long jaw curling into a twisted smile. “Yes,” I said without hesitation. “He was blocking my path… to you.” “I guess that makes sense,” she reasoned softly, tilting her head in slow contemplation. “Welcome home, Manolya. Here, you can rest.” Her smile widened, serene and terrifying. “It’s where your journey ends.” I smiled back. A small, empty smile. “I thought so… at first,” I began. “But…” I dragged out the word, letting it tremble on my tongue. “If I die here, who will protect Pelin?”. Pisces blinked slowly, her great crimson crest rippling like a heartbeat through the water. “Well, that is a fair question, Manolya,” she purred. Her long body curled around me in a lazy circle, her voice velvet and poisonous. “I’m so glad you asked.” Her face rose in front of mine, so monstrous and yet so terrifyingly elegant. “You can ask her to join us, of course,” she whispered. “So you won’t be lonely.”

122 - Shards Of Love

Pelin’s POV I saw Manolya raise her blade… then she stopped mid-strike. And I think my heart actually froze. She hesitated. No. No no no. This isn’t happening. Why isn’t she striking?. What the hell is she doing? “Manolya, you crazy bitch! Don’t follow her, it’s a trap! Wait for me, wait!” But I couldn’t wait, because now Aquarius was furious, and Manolya never finished the final strike, and our brilliant plan was completely falling apart. Then Aquarius’s voice changed. “Pelin.” He said my name so softly, so affectionately, that every drop of blood in my body froze. This wasn’t his voice anymore. It was his. My heart stopped, then squeezed so tight it felt like it might split in half. “You…” I said stunned. The cold didn’t come from the snow anymore. It came from inside my ribs, spreading outward like frost. “No, no, no,” I breathed. “Don’t come near me.” His silhouette moved through the white haze, slow and gentle, the way he used to walk towar

123 - Of Mind And Flame

Manolya’s POV I heard muffled screams. “Manolya! You witch, you killed her! Get down from there and I will rip you apart!” “I’m so sorry, Manolya… I swear I’ll never be jealous again, I swear— Allah’ım affet beni… What do I do? Please… please wake up…” (My God, forgive me) Artemis smiled sweetly and slowly descended, twirling through the air beneath the starry sky of the amphitheater. Her cold breath shimmered in the air like frost. Her bronze armor made no sound. It was perfectly engineered. With her dark skin, cascading curls, and gleaming archer’s bow, she could have been beautiful, voluptuous, and divine. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was a crazy demon bitch trying to chop us into pieces. The small marble goat, lion, and dragon desperately clinging to her body yelped. They held on for their lives, trying not to fall and be crushed against the jagged ice or disappear into the dark water below. Artemis giggled. “Silly girl Pelin. She’s not dead yet! W

124 - Leo & Scorpio’s Trial

Manolya’s POV “Are you okay, Manolya? I’m sorry, I never meant to…” Pelin sobbed in my arms, her voice raw. “Look at your back, you’re bleeding. It’s all because of me. It’s my fault!” I ran my hand gently down her back for comfort, holding her close. “It’s okay, Pelin. It wasn’t your fault. I got distracted by Pisces’s song. That was on me. She got into my head.” She sniffled, clinging to me tighter. “And you’re not jealous. Don’t let Artemis twist things around like that for you. You hesitated for a second, maybe two. That doesn’t define you or count. Besides,” I added, offering a small smile, “I envy you too sometimes.” She blinked up at me, confused. “You do? Why? I’m nothing special.” She wiped her eyes with the edge of her black fighting sleeve. The fabric clung to her skin, no longer soaked but dry and tight from the heat. “You’re full of life,” I told her genuinely. “You’re energetic and fun to be around. People gravitate toward you. You light up the space you’

125 - The Bait And The Burn

Manolya’s POV Just as Leo’s black flames flared toward Pelin, I screamed, “Wait! What was it that crazy witch said again?” We threw ourselves onto the hot sand, barely dodging Leo’s massive paw as it sliced down where we’d stood seconds before. Pelin spat out a mouthful of sand, “Mind over sword!” she coughed. A crazy idea sparked in my mind. It might not work, but I had to try. I reached out and brushed my hand across her cheek, wiping away the tear clinging there. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice high with panic. She blinked at me, a little stunned. “I’m not crying anymore, I swear,” she added with a sniffle trying to sound brave. I tightened my grip on her shoulder. “Tears of grief!” I shouted. The moment I named it, the tear shimmered with power. The pain she had felt, the heartbreak, the fear of losing me it transformed into a luminous barrier of water between us and the dark flames. Leo’s inferno crashed into it. Steam hissed violently into the air, but the sh

126 - The Rulebreakers

Manolya’s POV I could feel it. The confusion. The frustration. They weren’t in control anymore. I was. I took a slow breath and spoke into the stunned air. “Pain doesn’t scare me. Regret doesn’t define me. And I’m done letting others tell me what I deserve.” Then the poison burning in my veins flared hotter, searing through every nerve. The pain was blinding, unbearable but I didn’t scream, I endured it. And then, slowly, it began to fade. The burn dulled. The pressure lifted. The darkness that had coiled around my heart loosened its grip. I had purged the venom from my body. I opened my eyes and saw Pelin’s tearful face above me. I was cradled in her arms as she scrambled to push us both back, rolling down a steep sand dune. She slapped my face, over and over. “Wake up! Manolya, wake up!” she sobbed. “I’m awake, I’m awake! Don’t hit me again, my chest hurts,” I groaned. She hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe, then finally loosened her grip. “I thought I’d lost

127 - The Power To Endure

Manolya’s POV “Your father could not save her. He could not save you either. A worthless man who raised a useless child.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “He never loved you. He always set you aside for that woman.” Bengü. That witch doctor. That horrible woman. Just the thought of her made my blood boil and my heart turn to ice. Did my father ever really love me? He always chose others before me. He chose his own happiness over mine, over our family. My father, Emre, had betrayed everyone. The truth felt heavy in my chest. I could not even face him without wishing him the worst. I tried to suppress the thoughts, to push them down, but the anger kept rising, thick and suffocating. The feelings were so tangled I could not separate love from hate. I had spent my whole life trying to be a good daughter. Trying to be accepted as I was. Trying to be seen. For what? All he had ever given me was distance. Coldness. An ache that never truly healed. Maybe I am use

128 - Sagittarius Trial

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

129 - The Forest

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.

130 - The Astral Plane

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

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