บททั้งหมดของ Hellblades: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Emre’s POV The evening sun bathed Akyaka’s quiet neighborhood in a warm, golden hue, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. A gentle breeze rustled the trees, carrying faint birdcalls and the distant crash of waves against the beach below our mansion. I had already stopped by the police station earlier. Chief Serdar was due any moment. I glanced at my watch, and right at seven o’clock, the mansion’s grand wooden doors swung open, their golden Arabic letters catching the last rays of daylight. The soft creak echoed through the tranquil dusk, yet the glow inside did nothing to ease my growing dread. The humid air, heavy with Bengü’s still lingering perfume and grilled meat from the lunch I had enjoyed earlier with her, clung to my skin, a reminder of the rain that had stopped hours ago. I spotted Adem and Adlee leaning their bikes against the mansion’s stone wall, sweat-soaked and flushed from riding across town. “My legs are on fire,” Adlee panted, wiping his brow. “Feels

Manolya’s POV The front door of Uncle Eren’s old red Mustang slammed shut, the bang echoing through Akyaka’s humid evening. The post-rain dusk cast long shadows across the cobblestone street, the air thick with heat and the song of cicadas. I twisted in the passenger seat, flashing Pelin a smirk. “Got a problem with that door or what?” Pelin rolled her eyes, sliding into the backseat with a huff. “Just making sure no creeps sneak up while you’re daydreaming, Manolya,” she said, a grin creeping across her face. I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.” “Relax, Baby girl,” Uncle Eren said, chuckling as he clicked his seat belt and hit the gas. His windblown hair and dimpled smile betrayed his soft side, despite the tough and smooth businessman facade he wore for clients. “I’ll lock the doors and run over any creep who tries anything.” “You better, Uncle,” Pelin teased, leaning between the seats. “Or Manolya’s gonna have to fight them off with her bare hands.” “Hey,

Manolya`s POV He stared me down with those molten-red eyes, “Go back,” I said. “Now.” Aziz’s lip curled, showing more tooth than a cat should ever have. “Go back where, to Constantinople?” He said while narrowing his eyes. “We have a customer coming in any minute! Back to normal. Please.” Pelin made a strangled sound behind me. Uncle Eren planted himself between her and Aziz like a human shield. “You heard her,” Eren said with his voice steady but tight. Aziz looked back at Uncle Eren with his red eyes narrowed, squinting. “A cat Manolya? Are you going to to cage me into this pathetic form again? I am who I am, and I do not like being caged down, now when our little secret is out in the open.” I started to panic “You know why!” I exclaimed. “My father put you in this form since cats are everywhere! No one will question your presence!” He loved watching me squirm as my heart raced. Aziz let out a low, rumbling laugh that sent down a shiver down my spine “You mortals and your n

Uncle Eren’s POV The mansion was so quiet when I stepped inside. Akyaka nights usually carried sounds, the hum of cicadas, the faint crash of the sea, the low thrum of boats moored at the pier. But here, in my brother’s house, silence pressed in like an unwanted guest. Manolya and Pelin slipped through the hallway without a word, up the stairs, their footsteps quick and light, eager for sleep. The twins and Ayla were already out cold. That left only me. I hesitated at the edge of the living room. Emre sat where he always did, sunk into the brown leather sofa, a book resting on his knee. He was reading some book about art history. His eyes moved, and that crease between his brows was deep, I could tell he did not want to be disturbed right now. I hated confrontations. Always had. But tonight, it felt like the weight of everything shoved me forward. I cleared my throat. “So… you were right, brother. About the black magic.” He did not even look up. “I am sorry I did not bel

Manolya’s POV Aziz leapt onto the handrail and sat as neat as a taught coin. He licked a paw with an affected calm. “I forgot to mention,” he said, as though it pleased him to deliver exposition, “you can now perceive certain things you could not before. You are connected to the blades. Welcome to the obsidian dimension. Some creepy things dwells there. It might be disconcerting at first.” Pelin exchanged a glance with me. Her face had turned pale in a way I recognized as dread. “What do you mean by obsidian dimension?” I asked. Aziz’s tone grew clinical. “The mark prevents ordinary creatures from entering. It can also claim a house. The person behind this is skilled. They are not an amateur. This is black magic.” “Black magic?” Pelin’s voice trembled. “What does that mean for Ipek?” Aziz paused and looked at me. He asked the question that felt like a razor blade. “Are you sure you wish to hear?” “Yes,” I said. The words came out small but determined. I had to know. He spok