All Chapters of The Witch Doctor, Hellblades Series Part 1 of 3: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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1 - The Storm Inside

Manolya’s POVI jolted awake, my breath stuck in my throat. Dad’s voice carried through the wall, heavy with guilt.“Rüya… Rüya…”His words trembled, twisting something deep inside me. It was always like this when that dream haunted him, a desperate plea, like he was fighting a battle he’d already lost.Mom’s name hung in the air, a ghost that hollowed me out every time.I sat up, pressing my back against the white headboard of my bed. As I sat up, the plush rug brushed soft under my feet, but a chill snaked through me. “Aziz,” I whispered, glancing at my black cat perched on the windowsill. His yellow eyes glowed in the dark, steady and calm.“He’s at it again, isn’t he?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Aziz purred low, a rumbling comfort, tilting his head like he understood, really understood, in a way no one else did. “What am I supposed to do, huh?” I muttered, reaching out to stroke his soft fur. “Dad won’t let me in. He never does…”Aziz meowed softly, nudging my hand, a

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2 - The Missing Person

Manolya`s POVHer flower-patterned dress was disheveled, her apron gone and her hair sticking out from her abaya was wild from the wind.. She shook in my arms as I pulled her close. “Ayla, we’ll find her,” I said, fighting the tears burning my eyes. “I promise.”Ipek used to sometimes come with Ayla when we went grocery shopping together. Ipek was always kind, with a warm smile, and she always bought me ice cream.I didn’t know her that well, but she was warm, kind-hearted, and all the family Ayla had left.If she was family to Ayla, she was family to me too.Ayla was the only one who’d ever filled even a small part of the hole Mom left. Her warmth, her care, even as hired staff she meant everything.I would do anything for her.Seeing Ayla upset like this made me sad. “Aziz, stay here and guard the place,” I called back.He sat by the door, eyes locked on me, letting out a soft meow, like he was promising he’d keep watch.Then I heard a car approaching and looked out the window.It w

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3 - Uncle Eren’s Arrival

Manolya’s POVOur house was a blend of coastal turquoise, white, and navy, with space for traditional touches like Turkish scenery paintings and some of my father’s clients’ artwork.It was very tasteful, with modern interpretations of Renaissance styles from his clients. The kitchen cabinets were painted in glossy white, and the dining table was a long, whitewashed oak piece with enough chairs for all of us.The chairs had a slightly curved design that probably cost a fortune, and my dad absolutely loved them.The living room was spacious, filled with exotic plants like hibiscus and a small lemon tree. We had square beige sofas and a soft, geometric-patterned rug in a creamy latte shade with subtle black accents.My dad, Emre, had an entire bookcase crammed with art history volumes, a few thrillers, and some rather mysterious books on the occult.Wide windows opened toward the beach, where you could see the waves crashing against the shore. A large smart TV hung on the wall, and the

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4 - A Box of Curiosities

Manolya`s POVI turned towards my Uncle.“Did my dad call you about Ipek?” I asked, glancing at him as the wipers dragged across the windshield.For a moment, something flickered in Uncle Eren’s eyes, worry quickly buried beneath his usual warmth. “Yes,” he said lightly. “He texted me she’s been missing. Why? You don’t think she’ll be home by the time we’ve picked up your cousins from the airport?”“I’m not sure, Uncle,” I admitted, staring out at the rain. “I just have a bad feeling about all this.”He reached over, patting my shoulder. “We’ve got a bit of work to do first, kuzum. After that, we’ll join the search. How does that sound?”I frowned, my chest tightening with unease. “Alright then,” I said slowly. “But be quick with whatever it is we have to do today. I can help you if you want to.”“That is niece of you to offer, Manolya,” he said, trying to hide my unease with a warm smile. “Earlier this week I answered an ad in the newspaper. We will be meeting an old woman later who

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5 - Cousin Reunion

Manolya´s POVThe moment I stepped out on the airport terminal, a wall of hot, humid air pricked my nostrils, thick with jet fuel, blooming jasmine, and wet concrete.Rain pattered softly from the stormy sky, the clouds still heavy from the morning’s downpour.My eyes darted to the exit, and there they were, my three cousins, each gripping a sleek black rolling bag, the kind with a top handle that clicks just right.Pelin, my age, stood tall and composed, while Adem and Adlee, her twin brothers, bounced on their toes like wound-up springs, black sneakers tapping the polished floor in sync. Their grins stretched wide, and I couldn’t help but smile back.“Manolya!” Pelin called, her voice cutting through the buzz of the crowd, sharp and clear over the rain’s soft drum. She looked effortlessly cool in her all-black outfit, white-striped sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie.I felt a little self-conscious in my flowy green dress, the hem brushing my knees, damp from the misty air.Her light bro

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6 - The Collector’s Treasure

Manolya’s POVPelin smirked, heaving her bag in with my help. “You two better not have forgotten anything this time.”Adem scratched his neck, sheepish. “Uh, maybe my phone. Almost left it.”“Toothbrush?” Pelin teased, arching a brow as rain dripped from her hood.Adem and Adlee swapped a guilty look but stayed silent.I laughed, piling into the car as Uncle Eren revved the engine.He flashed us a grin, all charm and mischief, rain streaking his sunglasses. “Girl, you brought the whole circus! Was the trip okay?”Adem leaned back, arms behind his head. “School’s a grind, but I dodged detention this year. Mom would’ve skinned me alive otherwise. You should have heard her yelling after talking to our teacher last term, apron on, phone still in her hand, ready to discipline us.”I chuckled, a bittersweet feeling hitting me. Aunt Hava had been the glue in their family, and we all missed her. Hava and her husband, Cemal, were busy working at a hotel with tourism during the summer season, s

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7 - An Old Lady’s Gift

Manolya´s POVI sat in the old woman’s living room, the scent of fresh detergent mixing with the smell of black tea. The light brown baroque leather sofa and blue oriental rugs gave the room a timeless, worn elegance.Outside, the rain had stopped, but the air still felt heavy, the remnants from the storm hung damp in the air. The trimmed courtyard visible through the neat windows.Uncle Eren walked ahead with his relaxed swagger, like he already knew the deal was done.I followed close, adjusting the strap on my shoulder bag, my thoughts drifting to Ipek. Where was she? Why hadn’t anyone found her?The elderly woman greeted us at the door, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, a knowing glint in her gaze like she expected more than a transaction. “Selamün Aleyküm, Mrs. Nuriye” I said softly, nodding respectfully.“Aleyküm Selam, kızım,” she replied, her voice light, almost amused, as her eyes flicked from me to Uncle Eren. “Come in, make yourselves comfortable.”We stepped inside, a

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8 - Cursed Blades

Manolya’s POVI froze, my stomach twisting. “Are you sure?” I asked a bit skeptic, my voice barely above a whisper. When she said the blood never leaves, it somehow felt like her words were directed at me.She looked at me, her smile faint and unreadable. “I never paid it much mind, but they do have a history. A bloody one.” Her eyes lingered on the scimitar in Uncle Eren’s hands. “Are you sure you want them?”“I love a little bloody history,” Uncle Eren said with a smirk, but his words left me on edge.“That blade has taken more than lives. It is said to contain darkness,” she murmured, her gaze flicking to me like she clearly knew something we didn’t. Then her expression shifted into a small, sideways smile. “But I’m still happy to give it to you anyway. Your last name is Kara, right? Eren and Manolya Kara? It’s funny, because Behren the Soul Render, as they called him, had the same last name too. What an unusual coincidence.” She adjusted a pleat in her headscarf and looked back wi

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9 - Shadows of Doubts

Manolya’s POVI sat in our beach house mansion’s living room, the beige couch soft under me, its turquoise and coral cushions embroidered with coastal Turkish patterns.Through the wide window, the sea churned, waves restless under a bruised purple sky, the storm’s echo lingering from this morning.I rested a hand on Ayla’s shivering shoulder, “We’re family, Ayla. We’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens.”Her eyes welled with tears she’d fought all day, cheeks blotchy, red-rimmed eyes swollen from crying over Ipek. She pressed her lips into a trembling smile. “Thank you, Manolya,” she said with her voice thick. If I stop smiling, maybe I’ll start to cry too.I sat in the living room feeling uneasy, clutching our housekeeper Ayla’s soft hands. They smelled of roses, her favourite hand cream. I remembered all the times she had cared for me. She always cooked chicken soup with rich broth whenever I felt sick.She stayed up late to help me with homework when Dad was too busy

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10 - Pelin’s Suspicions

Manolya’s POVPelin’s eyes narrowed. “Anything upset her? An argument, maybe?”Giray shook his head with his eyes shining. “No. Nothing. If something was wrong, she’d have gone to Ayla. This doesn’t make sense.”The silence thickened with dread. “We’ll ask the neighbors,” I said. “Someone had to see her. You’ll tell us what the police say, right?”He nodded. “Yeah. Just… be careful. Ignore the rumors.”“Rumors?” Pelin asked, frowning.Giray’s laugh was bitter. “The neighbors. Talking about the Günahgözcu. The Sin Watcher. Black wings, red eyes, horns. Say it comes for people hiding secrets. It’s nonsense, but it’s getting to me.”Me and Pelin stepped outside after saying goodbye, the humid air clinging to my skin, jasmine heavy in the dusk. Pelin grabbed my sleeve as we approached a peach-colored villa, ceramic wind chimes tinkling on the porch. “So Manolya,” she whispered, glancing around. “Do you believe Giray?”I stopped, frowning. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I?”She raised a brow. “Most di

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