All Chapters of Hellblades: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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131 - Step Into Fire

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

132 - Libra’s Trial

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

133 - Libra’s Chains

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.

134 - A Small Misunderstanding

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.”

135 - Your Truth Is Inconvenient

Pelin’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

136 - Approval

Pelin’s POV I remember lying on Manolya’s bed, my face buried in her sheets. The beach painting hung above the headboard, blue and calm, everything I wasn’t. I cried so hard my chest hurt. My parents had sent me away for the summer to Akyaka “to think about my wrongdoings.” To let things cool down. To repair the social damage that had been done. Manolya sat beside me, her fingers slowly combing through my hair. “Pelin,” she said softly, “you don’t need to beg for their approval.” I shook my head, choking on a sob. “I ruined everything. I was stupid. I believed him. I believed every word.” She didn’t interrupt. She just kept stroking my hair. “I feel so worthless,” I whispered. “Like I deserved it for being so naive. He lied to my face and I didn’t see it.” Manolya sighed, not tired, just sad. “You weren’t stupid. You trusted someone who wanted to be trusted.” I let out a broken laugh. “That makes me stupid.” “No,” she said firmly. “That makes you someone in

137 - The Hate

Manolya’s POV The mental chains closed around my wrists, cold and precise. I turned my head just enough to see Pelin standing free again. Her chest was still rising fast, her eyes glassy, but she was atleast standing. When our eyes met, relief hit me, I felt so grateful. If she made it, maybe I could too? For one heartbeat, I forgot everything else. Pelin was safe that was all that mattered. Then Libra’s presence shifted, and the relief curdled into dread. My turn. “Do you know why you are here, Manolya?” Libra asked softly. Her voice wasn’t cruel. That made it worse. “Yes,” I said, my throat felt tight. “I know.” She tilted her head. “Then say it.” I swallowed. My hands trembled inside the shackles. “I hate my father,” I said. The words burned on the way out. “I hate what he did. And what he didn’t do. I hate that he looked away. That he chose himself. That he let my mother Rüya die.” The air thickened. “But that’s not the fear,” Libra murmured. “That is only the

138 - The Hunger

Manolya’s POV I feel my breath catch in my throat as it lunges for my unprotected mother, its claws sinking into her flesh with brutal force. I can hear her scream, though it feels like it’s coming from far away, as if it’s not really happening. But it is. I can see it. I can feel the horror of it all. The beast finishes its job, leaving my mother lying there, limp and lifeless, blood pooling around her. I can’t breathe. My vision blurs, my body trembling with the weight of what I’ve just witnessed. My father suddenly stands in the doorway “Rüya, my love, are you there? I brought your favorite chocolate treat.” He stops dead in the doorway. The beast stands there instead, blocking the room. Nothing goes the way Bengü planned. “Rüya!” he shrieks. The spell shatters. He snaps out of it completely and lunges forward, grabbing the iron pitchfork by the fireplace. They crash together, struggling on the floor, shadows twisting against the walls. I close my eyes. I don’t wan

139 - The Third Path

Manolya’s POV My father wailed, his forehead pressed against my mother’s cold hand, the smell of her blood mixing with the fading sweetness of Bahar’s perfume. “He is broken,” Libra’s voice drifted through the carnage, cool and tempting. “But is his regret enough to pay for her silence? Look at his hands, Manolya. They are the reason yours are empty.” I looked. His hands shook. My throat tightens, my eyes burned. “He didn’t mean to,” I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do. I stab my father over and over again, pouring all the an

140 - Pareia’s Favour

Manolya’s POV I was exhausted, hollowed out, barely catching my breath as the suffocating darkness slowly faded without me even noticing. The marble shell cracked, then collapsed in on itself with a thunderous bang. It shattered completely. Finally, the Artemis demon was free from the spell the cult had cast upon her. I blinked, and Pelin was suddenly beside me, steadying my weight. The arena around us was empty now, silent and abandoned, as if it had never existed at all. From the broken fragments of the statue, she emerged. First in her human form, dark locks cascading down her shoulders, beautiful and terrible all at once. Then her body shifted, twisting smoothly into her true shape. A sleek black cat-beast with broken wings folded tight against her sides and eyes blazing red with something ancient and wounded. The sight hit me harder than I expected. She looked so much like Aziz. The grief came fast and sharp, a hollow ache opening in my chest at the thought of n

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