Todos os capítulos de Hellblades: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Uncle Eren’s POV Morning came. My eyes felt sleepless still, I had woken up many times just to see Azis stoic face scan every corner of the hotel villa. The knot in my stomach grew cold every time I woke up and turned around to check on the kids, every creak in the villa sounding like an intruder. By the time the first rays of sun slid across the balcony, I has gone up and sat outside, I was still stiff as hell in my chair, staring at the horizon. Emre, of course, was already up. He had that infuriating way of looking well-rested even when he wasn’t. He moved about the patio like a man in control of everything always so brisk and precise. Every plate placed down on the table with military efficiency. “Breakfast,” he said, as though the single word could erase the tension that had hung between us recently. Bengü followed him out, carrying a jug of fresh juice. Her hair caught the sun like sparkling gold, her lips curved in that soft, practiced smile that could ea

Bengü’s POV The car slowed, its hum fading into the crisp air as Emre rolled the window down. Warm wind rushed in, carrying dust and the scent of wild rosemary. The mountains looked painted with layer upon layer of soft blues against a sky that seemed endless. Even I, for a moment, let myself marvel. A good backdrop, I thought. Every stage needs its scene, and Kapadokya was born to be a stage. I leaned closer to Emre, brushing his sleeve with my arm. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Do you think… do you think this is where we’ll finally find her?” My voice softened, just enough to tug at the thread of his lingering guilt. Emre kept his eyes on the road, his jaw taut. “The police believe so. A ticket fragment doesn’t lie.” His fingers drummed once against the steering wheel. “But until I see her with my own eyes, I won’t believe it.” I tilted my head, letting my lips curve into a faint, sympathetic smile. “You doubt so much, my love. And you wear that doubt in your shoulders.” I re

Manolya’s POV The morning heat pressed down on us like a heavy quilt. Even before the sun was at its peak, my shirt clung to my back. Emre stood at the head of the table, laying out the maps like he was some general commanding troops instead of family. His expression was hard, serious—he always looked like he was holding up the world on his shoulders. “These are the marked zones,” he said, his voice clipped. “Red areas here, here, and here. They’re the highest priority. Cover them thoroughly.” He didn’t linger for questions. His eyes flicked briefly to me, then away, like I wasn’t even in the room. Then he was gone, Bengü gliding after him with her wet hair draped across her back. Her red dress caught the light, bell sleeves fluttering like flames with every step. A scarf was tied neatly around her neck, and her strappy heels clicked against the stone floor. She moved slowly, deliberately, like she knew every eye followed her. And mine did too, she was simply so mezmeri

Aziz’s POV The streets of Kapadokya changed flavor the deeper I pushed into its veins. The carved facades and polished terraces gave way to broken steps, cracked stones, and shutters hanging half-off their hinges. I padded along on four paws, ears flicking to every whisper of the night. The bond with Manolya still tugged at me faintly, I could feel her fear, her tears. It throbbed in the back of my chest like a wound. But I couldn’t go back to her yet. Not without this. The air smelled different here, heavier. Stale tobacco, oil, and faint traces of magic that had sunk into the cracks of the road. My paws carried me straight to the one place in this city where peculiar items and poison were sold in the same place. I shifted into human form just outside the crooked sign that dangled from rusted hooks: Unutkanlığın Çiçekçisi The Forgetfulness Flower Shop. The letters were fading, the paint peeling. The sign hung crooked, as though the wood itself couldn’t bear the weight of

Uncle Eren’s POV The silence after the fight was heavier than the stone above us. For a long moment all I heard was our panting, the hiss of torches, and the drip-drip of water from somewhere deep in the tunnels. I turned in a slow circle, scanning the kids first, their safety was my first priority. “Is everyone okay?” I called out. My voice sounded hoarse, bouncing off the rock like it belonged to someone else. Adem swung his blade lazily in a wide arc, trying to look casual, though his chest heaved. “I’m fine. Barely a scratch.” Adlee snorted, his voice a little too bright. “We totally crushed them. Didn’t even break a sweat.” I saw it, though. The tremble in their wrists, the way their mouths twisted tight at the corners. The kind of bravado that cracked the moment no one was watching. My nephews, still boys trying to be men, shaking inside when no one was looking. Then Manolya spoke. Her words were softer, but sharper, cutting straight through me. “I’m scared.” She swa