Alle Kapitel von The Secret Moonbird, Hellblades Series Part 2 of 3: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 99

Uncle Eren’s POVI slammed the massive double doors shut behind me. The echo rolled through the empty night like a thunderclap that refused to fade. The Library of Celsus stood silent and enormous, its carved facade now nothing more than pale stone ghosts under the moonlight.Ephesus had emptied hours ago. No tourists, no guides, no living soul left outside except me.My breath puffed out in thick white clouds that hung in the cold air before drifting away. The stars stretched overhead in a cold, indifferent blanket.The moon hung low and sharp, turning every broken column and scattered marble fragment into long, jagged shadows.Turkey’s night bit deep and was unusually cold. I pulled my jacket tighter, but the chill had already settled in my bones.I stood there alone, heart hammering so loud it drowned out the distant wind through the pines and swaying palmtrees. Manolya’s voice still rang in my ears. “Uncle, go. Get the coffin. Now go!” She had stayed behind, shielding me with noth

Uncle Eren’s POV“So… Behren, was it true? About Cemile?” I couldn’t help but ask, curiosity getting the better of me.“Yes,” he said calmly. “We were fated lovers of our time. I never left her side.”I hesitated, then asked, “So what exactly did you do… for Sultan Mehmed The Conqueror?”“I battled the great ifrit Zaahir during my time, many ghouls, imitators, and fetchers… anything those warmongers tried to unleash upon our empire, using black magic to weaken it.”“Tell me more about Zaahir,” I said, my voice barely steady as the horse thundered beneath us.For a moment, Behren didn’t answer.Then he spoke.“We fought inside the inner gates of Constantinople,” he said quietly. “ inside between where the walls had already been breached.”The wind rushed past us, but his voice remained steady.“There were too many of them. Ghouls first. They came in waves. Clawing, dragging, piling over each other.”His grip tightened slightly on the reins.“You don’t fight creatures like that with ski

Manolya’s POV“Hey… did you hit your head or something?” I said, staring at him. “Why are you flirting with Ennoia?”Ennoia yanked her hand back as if burned, disgust spreading across her face.“Related to that bastard?!” she spat. “He hunted beings like us. We had to hide from him!”Ennoia stomped her foot in pure annoyance, her blue dress swishing violently. “Stop it! This is not funny! That man is a butcher! A monster!”“I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” I choked out, gasping for air as tears of laughter blurred my vision. “It’s just… it’s just so, so…”“It’s hysterically funny!” Pelin chimed in, doubled over and clutching her stomach. “He… he actually tried to hit on you! After our old grandpa literally kicked your doors down!”Every time I looked at the coffin of Aquila,the grand ‘gift’ my uncle had presented like a bouquet of flowers—I lost it all over again. The sisters were vibrating with ancient rage, but they were completely powerless against the one thing they couldn’t fight: two teen

Manolya’s POVShe spoke with a sharp, iron confidence that seemed to make the very air in the library hall vibrate. I could have sworn I saw the ancient scrolls on the shelves tremble in their cases.She looked each of her sisters directly in the eyes. ”Anyone who wishes to throw him out may do so with a good conscience. I will not hold it against you!”Her voice echoed off the marble, cold and official. ”Who wants this man to stay? Raise your hand now or forever hold your tongue!”The sisters looked at each other, the weight of two thousand years of bitterness hanging between them. The silence was thick, pressing against my chest as I watched from the bench with Pelin and my uncle.Then, slowly, a single hand began to rise.The sisters looked at each other, their faces unreadable. Slowly, Arete and Ennoia raised their hands, their eyes fixed on the floor as if they were ashamed of their own mercy. But Episteme kept her arms folded tight, and Sophia’s hand remained firmly at her side.

Manolya’s POVUncle Eren’s eyes lit up with a sharp, professional curiosity. ”An underwater tunnel? That sounds like the only way forward. I don’t see any other exits in this paradise.””Lead the way, Manolya,” Pelin whispered, her grin returning. ”Let’s find what we came for.”We dove. The turquoise water of the lake felt like soothing silk against my skin as we glided past the coral reef. Exotic fish is bursting colours seemed to beckon us deeper toward a narrow opening hidden in the rock wall.I pushed through first. The tunnel was not as tight, Uncle and the twins would have no problem diving in here. When we finally broke the surface, we weren’t in the lake anymore.We were inside a cavern.The walls were encrusted with raw moonstones, their iridescent surfaces giving off a soft light. At the center of the cave stood an altar of solid, polished moonstone.Resting upon it was an old, thick Book.It vibrated with a silvery, blinding energy that made the hair on my arms stand up.As