Todos os capítulos de The Secret Moonbird, Hellblades Series Part 2 of 3: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Manolya’s POVI sat on the cold stone floor of the underground city of Kapadokya, my mind was a blur.The sirens echoed off the walls. I couldn’t feel the chill. I couldn’t feel anything.Where had my soul gone?Two policemen approached. One of them crouched in front of me, speaking in a low voice. “Miss, can you hear me? Stand up.”I stared at him without blinking. Their hands gripped my arms, pulling me upright.The cold cuffs snapped behind my back. The pain in my wrists was nothing compared to the emptiness in my chest.My clothes were soaked in blood. I barely registered the lifeless body beneath me.I wanted to retch. My stomach refused to move. My father’s voice echoed somewhere in the distance, desperate, but the words didn’t make sense.“Get her out of here,” one officer ordered.My knees buckled. The metallic scent of blood filled my throat, choking me.Behind me, someone zipped up the black body bag.Was the witch doctor really dead?Was Pelin still alive? İpek?The questio

Emre’s POVThe corridor smelled of bleach and disinfectant, sharp enough to sting my nose. White tiles gleamed under the fluorescent lights, polished so clean I could see my reflection in them—hollow eyes, sweat on my temples, a man who barely recognized himself anymore.Detective Kenan Karga had just walked past me, his broad back disappearing out from my daughter’s room, giving only a slight nod before dissapearing into the hall.My stomach twisted as if he were taking my last chance with him.I sat on the hard bench outside, elbows on my knees, my hands gripping my face.Would Manolya even want to see me?After everything I did? After all the lies, the betrayals, the sins I had stacked one on top of another until they crushed her?The weight pressed down until I could hardly breathe.“Brother.”The voice startled me.I looked up and saw Eren, my younger brother, standing in front of me. He still carried himself with that new strength, his frame leaner than mine but his eyes were di

Emre’s POVI gave a small, awkward wave toward Manolya’s window as I left the state hospital. Her pale face flickered past the blinds, then was gone. My chest tightened.I didn’t know if she’d smile this warmly next time I would see her.The automatic doors slid shut behind me with a hiss, spilling me into the cool evening air.I pulled my coat tighter, quickening my steps toward the black Mercedes parked under a flickering streetlamp.Every second I stayed outside was another second for the curious to catch a glimpse, another second for someone with a phone to snap a picture and upload it.The hospital car park buzzed with life — visitors talking in low tones, nurses on smoke breaks, the distant cry of a baby. I felt all their eyes on me even though no one looked directly.My fingers trembled as I unlocked the car.If word got out… if the wrong headline appeared… I could see it already: “Gallery Owner’s Daughter Arrested for Murder” splashed across the tabloids. My clients — collecto

Tethys’s POVThe void was deliciously quiet.It was not the silence of peace but the silence of suffocation, where even thought echoed back empty.I breathed it in the sweet stench of death, savoring the way it pressed against me.Her soul trembled in the corner of the void, a pale shape flickering like a candle about to go out. Bengü.The mighty witch doctor.She had bargained so hard, smiled so sharp, thought she could leash and subdue me with her little tricks.Now she crouched in the dark, her face gray, her eyes wide with the dawning horror that she was not the mistress here. She was mine.I laughed, letting the sound curl through the black air like iron chains rattling. “Ah, sweet Bengü. You look so small without your potions, without your charms. Just a little shiver in my palm. It doesn’t suit you.”Her voice cracked, brittle as glass. “You cannot keep me here. I am not finished. I still have work to do. I still—”“You still thought you had time,” I purred. I paced in the void

Mr. Mehmet’s POVThe air in the stairwell grew colder with each step.The murmur of voices from the upper floors faded behind me, replaced by the sterile buzz of ventilation and the faint sound of dripping water. The basement smelled of disinfectant and something else. Something foul that clung to the back of the throat.Decay.And worse: dark magic and sulfur.I paused at the bottom of the stairs, adjusted my gloves, and pushed open the heavy door to the autopsy room.Mete and Kayhan were already there, standing beside the metal tables. Two eager apprentice faces beneath their masks—one fair-haired and bright-eyed, the other dark-haired with deep brown eyes that missed nothing.Mete straightened the moment he saw me. “Sir, the area’s been sealed. We checked all the ventilation units. No trace of contamination.”“Contamination isn’t what I’m worried about,” I said, scanning the room. “Let’s set up. The sooner we’re done, the better.”They moved fast, unzipping their equipment bags and