All Chapters of The Witch Doctor, Hellblades Series Part 1 of 3: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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51 - A House Without Warmth

Manolya’s POVSunlight filtered through the thinly woven curtains, strips of gold dancing across my blanket. The sea outside lulled steady against the shore. My closet stood closed, the soft rug beneath my bare feet plush as I shifted, groaning at the ache in my skull.Even the painting of the beach hung neatly above my bed as if nothing had happened.But it had.And I wasn’t alone.Two golden orbs glowed at the foot of my bed, watching me without blinking. My heart jumped before I exhaled. Of course.My lashes parted again, and that’s when I saw them — two gleaming yellow eyes fixed on me from the edge of the bed.“Oh, so it’s you again,” I murmured, half-amused. A crooked smile tugged at my lips despite the throbbing in my head.Aziz tilted his sleek head, his voice rolling smug and low. “You nearly died. Where else would I be, little peach?”I snorted, though my ribs hurt when I laughed. “I feel a bit better… but I’m starving.”He gave a throaty snicker. “Starving? You’ve had nothi

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52 - The Warmth I Long For

Manolya’s POVThe morning air in Akyaka carried the sea’s salt, mingling with the faint sweetness of orange blossom that drifted from gardens as Pelin and I walked side by side.She kept her arm tucked firmly around mine, as though afraid I might collapse if she let go.My body still felt fragile, but my heart beat louder than my weakness.We passed along the narrow sidewalks mabe from cobblestones. The houses here were still beautiful, built in the old Ula–Ottoman style. Whitewashed walls gleamed in the early light.Wooden balconies, dark and carved, jutted outward, heavy with flowerpots overflowing with geraniums and bougainvillea.The overhanging eaves stretched wide, pointed rafters casting striped shadows over the street below.I slowed my steps, drinking in the sight, wishing for a moment that things were as they used to be—ordinary mornings, ordinary walks, not this ache in my chest.Pelin nudged me gently. “I can’t believe he actually fired her…I know how your father can be, b

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53 - Recreational Weekend

Manolya’s POVThe afternoon shadows stretched long across the beach house by the time Pelin and I came home. My head still buzzed from the morning at Ayla’s, but the warmth of her embrace lingered.Pelin stayed close to me, her arm brushing mine as if she knew my thoughts were still tangled.As soon as we stepped inside, the air felt different, charged and heavy. My father’s voice carried from the living room.“Manolya,” he called, sharper than usual. “Pelin. Come here.”I exchanged a quick glance with Pelin, then we both slipped out of our shoes and walked in.Uncle Eren was already seated stiffly on the sofa, his hands folded, his eyes guarded.Bengü lounged beside my father, her red nails gleaming like blood under the ceiling lights.My father cleared his throat, his sharp suit uncreased even at home. He looked at each of us in turn before speaking.“Bengü and I have decided,” he began, his voice steady, “to do a recreational weekend. We are going to Pamukkale. It will be good for

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54 - The Question

Aziz’s POVThe obsidian veil opened and I moved through it. The obsidian dimension is a place humans cannot see, a seam between good and evil, where no light can shine to reveal our shadows. Humans can’t detect it. For me it is a road I run so often my feet remember the stones. Tonight I used it like a blade. Demon speed folds distance into a blink and turns the world into a blur of colors.My thoughts raced faster than my feet.White fur.White.How?How come I was waking up to with white patches on my fur?It’s suppose to be pitch black.The obsidian veil spat me back out near the golden gates of the palace.I ran low to the ground, claws clicking softly against the stone.No human eyes followed me as they never could when I chose to run like this. For them, I was a shadow, a ripple, nothing more.The pale yellow façade of the palace stretched above me, glowing faintly in the dusk. My paws slowed. My eyes narrowed.I slunk through the gates in my cat form, keeping low, and darted to

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55 - The Sun Play Tricks

Emre’s POVThe black Mercedes rolled along the highway, the air heavy with midday heat.My hands gripped the wheel, steady as always, though sweat dampened my collar.I flicked the AC higher, letting the cool air fill the car, and turned the radio on.A bright, catchy tune spilled through the speakers—Brianna’s Lost in Istanbul.The girls in the back started humming along almost immediately, their laughter cutting into the stiffness that had lingered for days.Outside, palm trees swayed, shops and signs blurring past as the road bent toward Pamukkale.I caught a glimpse of Manolya in the rearview mirror. She leaned against the window, her dark hair veiling the side of her face.She looked better with color back in her cheeks, the glassy weakness of those poisoned days finally fading. But I still remembered.I remembered her collapsed, her lips pale, the doctor’s rushed antidote.My stomach knotted at the thought.I had made the right decision.I knew I had.Ayla’s carelessness had nea

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56 - The Bath Of Deception

Bengü’s POVThe heat pressed against my back as I climbed the chalky path, my handbag swinging from my wrist.The others thought I was heading for the snack bar.Let them think that. They never needed to know what I truly carried.The path forked, a main trail curving toward the terraces full of tourists, and a smaller, roped-off trail sloping upward into the mountain area.I slipped past the warning sign without hesitation.My form flickered in theDamn it.I steadied my breath, willing the air to settle.By the time I reached the mouth of the cave, I was whole again.Inside, the air was cool, wet with the heavy scent of minerals.My heels clicked softly against the stone as I set my bag down. My fingers trembled with anticipation.The young swan lay limp inside the bag, its white feathers already dimmed.A pity.It was a beautiful creature.But beauty meant nothing if it could not be consumed.I placed it gently at the center of the floor, then pulled the dagger free. Its edge gleame

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57 - The Yakamoz In Bodrum

Pelin’s POVThe drive to Bodrum stretched on into the night. The hum of the Mercedes engine became like a song, the rhythm of the tires against the highway lulling us all into silence.Outside, the darkness was warm and heavy, the faint outline of palm trees and neon shop signs flashing by.I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching as the road lights flickered in and out like fireflies.Beside me, Manolya sighed softly, her head eventually sinking onto my shoulder.I glanced at her face. Even in sleep, she looked restless, her lips parted, her lashes twitching like she was dreaming.In the front, Bengü leaned closer to Emre, her hand sliding into his. Their fingers intertwined. Emre’s face was steady, as if the wheel and the road were the only things that existed.But that small gesture said otherwise. Gosh, Bengü looked so hot and sophisticated even when traveling.I turned my eyes away and let the quiet rock me into half-dreams.By the time the car rolled into

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58 - The Midnight Intruder

Aziz’s POVThe moment the scream ripped through the villa, I was already moving.Pelin’s voice cracked the night open, sharp enough to slice through sleep, through walls, through me.I tore through the obsidian veil, stepping out of the shadows like a bolt of lightning.The world blurred until I burst into the girls’ room.And I saw it.The thing.A shape not born of human womb, not made of flesh and bone as it should be.Its body was pure shadow, long arms bent at grotesque angles as it leaned over Manolya’s sleeping body.Fingers stretched toward her throat, black and endless.Rage coiled in me like fire catching oil.I shifted mid-stride, fur dissolving, bones reshaping until I landed heavy in my human form. My hand caught the creature’s arm before it could close around her neck.It shrieked, a hissing wail that rattled the window glass.“You dare,” I growled, slamming it back.We crashed into the opposite wall with a force that cracked plaster.The bed rattled.Manolya barely stir

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59 - Blood Under The Bed

Manolya’s POVThe smell hit me first. Sharp, metallic, rotten. It clung to the air like a stain that wouldn’t wash away.Aziz crouched low, moving his hands across the floorboards as if he’d already guessed what he would find.His golden brown eyes narrowed. When he finally pulled something into the dim moonlight, my stomach lurched.A swan feather, soaked crimson at the tip. Beside it, dark symbols smeared into the wood with sticky blood.And a shallow metal bowl, the bottom crusted black.I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. “What… what is that doing under my bed?”Pelin gagged audibly, one hand clamped over her mouth. “That stench—ugh—it’s like burnt iron. Aziz, what the hell is this?”He didn’t answer right away.His jaw clenched, his hand closing around the feather so tightly the quill cracked. Then he looked at us, something unreadable burning behind his eyes.“This,” he said slowly, his voice rough, “isn’t some sick prank This is a summoning.”My chest went cold.Pelin frown

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60 - A Faceless Woman

Aziz’s POVThe night clung to the villa like a second skin. Moonlight glazed the stone path silver as I led the twins outside.“Stay close. Don’t trip over your own feet,” I muttered, my tail flicking behind me.Adem groaned. “We’re not that little, Aziz.”Adlee smirked. “Speak for yourself. You trip over nothing all the time.”“Quiet,” I hissed, my eyes flashing red as I scanned the path.“This isn’t a game. You two are the distraction tonight. Try not to mess it up.” I reprimanded.They exchanged uneasy glances but followed.The main building loomed ahead, its glass walls glowing faintly even at this hour. The hotel staff quarters were tucked behind it.Humans slept in their little nests, oblivious to the world of demons around them.I crouched low, shifting smoothly into my cat form, my paws brushing the ground. “Remember the story,” I whispered, my voice a rasp only their ears could catch. “Broken air conditioner. Toilet door jammed. Be polite and innocent. You can do that much, c

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