All Chapters of Curse Of Tethys, Hellblades Series Part 3 of 3: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11 - Nightmares

Manolya’s POVMy heart was hammering in my chest, and for a moment, I could not tell where I was. My sheets were drenched in cold sweat, sticking to my skin like a second, unwanted layer. The soft beach painting of the ocean hanging above my headboard, usually so calming, seemed to swirl in the darkness of the nightmare.Its bright colors dissolved into shadow as if the water were actually rising to drown me.“Manolya… Manolya…”Was someone calling my name?I could not hear properly.I was in my bed, but was I still dreaming? Then I felt it again.The darkness creeping up from beneath the bed, the cold hands of terror wrapping around my neck and choking me.It was that same Black Marid again, always out to get me, always thirsty for my blood. I could barely breathe.The weight of it was suffocating, and the pressure of those hands felt far too real.The only word that managed to escape my throat was “bismillahirrahmanirrahim.”With that, the nightmare lost its grip. The terror shatter

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12 - An Awkward Morning

Manolya’s POVI stood in the staff room for a fleeting second, cradling my coffee cup like a lifeline. The nightmare’s grip had finally faded, replaced by the calming, roasted scent of the beans. The lingering sleepiness in my bones made it hard to focus. I needed the caffeine to hit my bloodstream before I had to face Chief Serdar.“You look like a half-dead sunflower,” Aziz whispered from my shoulder, his tiny voice buzzing right against my ear. “Are we going to work, or are we going to stand here and romance a ceramic mug all morning?”“oh, shut up!” I muttered. Aziz purred as I ignored him and headed straight toward Serdar’s office.Aylin and Kenan were already there, and the door clicked shut behind me, sealing us off from prying eyes.The blinds lowered automatically, a result of one of Mr. Mehmet’s fancy technological upgrades. He was a healer from the Seraphic Shadowmenders Guild (Wellness Alliance), and his shadowmagic was perfect for keeping the prying eyes of the mundane po

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13 - A New Partner

Manolya’s POVIt felt like the air in the room had suddenly run out.He didn’t respond right away. Instead, his gaze was cold and analytical, tracking from my face down to the badge on my uniform and back again. It was the look of a man deciding whether I was even worth the breath it would take to speak to me.Then, he finally broke the silence with a blunt voice.“Who is asking?”The words were short and dismissive. His entire posture oozed a level of arrogance that made my blood start to simmer.He stood there with his shoulders locked and his chin tilted just enough to look down at me.He didn’t just seem confident.He looked like he expected everyone in the building to move out of his way.I was taken aback by the sheer rudeness of it. I had expected a professional greeting or at least a nod of acknowledgment between two people assigned to a black magic case. Instead, I was being treated like a nuisance. I swallowed my irritation and forced my face to stay neutral. I tried to mask

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14 - The Unwanted one

Manolya’s POV“I forgot my phone in the locker room, wait for me at the car!” I shouted back at Kenan as his broad back disappeared down the corridor.I retrieved my phone and dialed Pelin’s number immediately. My fingers moved swiftly despite the lingering unease in my chest. The familiar three beeps rang in my ear before my friend’s energetic voice filled the line.“Welcome to the Akyaka Ottoman Historical Library,” Pelin chimed cheerfully.“Hi sweetie, it is me again,” I greeted her, trying to keep my tone light despite the heaviness in the air. “I just wanted to call and check in. Did you manage to dig up anything useful for us since yesterday?”There was a pause on the other end. When Pelin responded, her tone was much more subdued. “I am sorry, I did not find much. Just the Azmak Kaya Mezarları. I am not sure if it is relevant, but you could give that a try.”“Okay, thanks for the help anyway. Call me if you find anything else. We can get together this weekend if you like? Do yo

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15 - The Melody Of Drowning

Manolya’s POV“Death. She is dying. Her departure is unavoidable. Follow the sound of the crashing waves.”The voice was strangely familiar, a dark melody vibrating inside my skull that sent a wave of cold discomfort through my entire body. My heart hammered against my ribs.I twisted around, my eyes frantically searching the rows of weathered headstones for an intruder.“Aziz, someone is talking inside my head,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “It is not you! Can you hear it?”“No, I do not hear a single thing,” Aziz’s voice finally crackled back, sounding uncharacteristically sharp. “This is very unusual. What does it say? Is it male or female? A jinn, perhaps?”“I cannot tell!” I hissed, the sound filling up my mind until it felt like my skull might crack. “It is like it is filling me up… the voice is everywhere.”“Be attentive to details, Manolya! Try to shut it out,” Aziz commanded, his presence on my shoulder turning cold and focused. “Put your mental shield up! Now!”I did as

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16 - Pawn In A Game

Kayhan’s POVThe line went dead with a taunting click. I stared at my phone in disbelief, my thumb hovering over the red end-call icon.“She hung up on me,” I muttered, the words tasting like ash. “She didn’t even wait for a confirmation. Just said some coordinates and cut the line.”I was standing in the sparring room of the Seraphic Shadowmenders’ ottoman palace, a sprawling pale yellow stone fortress nestled high up in the mountain. The air here usually smelled of incense and old parchment, but today, all I could taste was my own agitation.“My oh my, someone finally stood up to the mighty Kayhan”I didn’t have to turn around to recognize that voice.It was dripping with the kind of smug satisfaction that only one person could muster. I turned to see Mete leaning against a rack of training spears and pikes, his arms crossed over his chest. He was also like me, dressed for the mat in black tunic, sweat-dampened hair, and that permanent, irritating smirk.“Don’t start, Mete,” I warne

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17 - The Azmak’s Silent Swans

Manolya’s POVThe river stretched out ahead, its surface catching the morning light. I looked at the water, then back at the road, my head spinning with that voice. Was it a warning or a trap? I couldn’t tell, but something in my gut said it wasn’t lying.“Watch your step,” Kenan muttered, taking the lead. He had that rugged, distant look on his face again, the one he used to keep the world away.“We’ll be fine, Kenan,” I said, trying to break the silence as we reached the small riverside restaurant.The owner, a portly man with a thick accent, blocked the entrance. “We aren’t open. Go away.”Kenan didn’t blink. He just flipped his badge open. The man’s face fell, and he stepped aside with a grumble. “Fine. Look around. There is nothing to see.”We walked out onto the seating area overlooking the water. It was peaceful and serene. I scanned the reeds, the horizon and the ever changing currents. Nothing.Just a pair of white swans gliding by.“Is this where you’re taking your wife toni

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18 - A Bold Boquet

Manolya’s POVI leaned against the hospital intake desk, my pen hovering over the paperwork as my jaw tightened. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kayhan’s dismissive glare.“You are dwelling, Manolya,” Aziz’s voice slithered through my mind, dripping with smugness. “He is all that occupies that pretty head of yours.”*“Shut up,”* I snapped back mentally, pressing the pen so hard the tip nearly tore the paper. *“He is a rude, arrogant prick who thinks a bad boy leather jacket is a substitute for a personality. He treats me like I am invisible.”*“And yet,” Aziz purred, “your pulse spiked the moment he walked away. You are not a fan of being ignored, are you?”*“He does not even like me! I am trying to save lives, not win a popularity contest with a man who has the emotional range of a stone.”*“Manolya? You okay?” a nurse asked, touching my arm.“Fine,” I said, my voice coming out sharper than intended. I cleared my throat and handed her the clipboard. “Patient is stable. Late fiftie

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19 - In the Shadow of Respect

Kayhan’s POVpushed the motorcycle harder, the scream of the engine vibrating through my bones as I banked into another sharp curve on the mountain road. The wind was a cold blade against my throat, but it did nothing to cool the irritation boiling in my gut. My knuckles were white against the handlebars.Manolya.The name itself felt like a grit of sand in my eye.I had spent years cultivating my position in the Seraphic Shadowmenders Guild.I had bled, I had studied, and I had earned the right to be feared.People from the Wellness Alliance didn’t just walk into rooms; they changed the air in them.Yet, she looked at me as if I were a piece of common furniture.No bow.No respect.Just that blunt, straightforward gaze that suggested she wasn’t impressed by the hierarchy I had sacrificed everything to climb.It was more than just her lack of respect.It was the way Mr. Mehmet looked at her. His “favorite guinea pig,” the whispers said. I had seen the strongest initiates in the guild

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20 - A Secret Admirer

Manolya’s POVUncle Eren was humming a tune that didn’t exist, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel of the Mustang in a frantic, upbeat rhythm. Every time we hit a red light, he checked his reflection in the rearview mirror to smooth down his hair for the tenth time.“You look fine, Uncle,” I said, leaning back into the leather seat. “Better than fine. You look like you’re about to audition for a movie.”“It is a big day, Manolya! A monumental day!” He beamed, his eyes hidden behind his aviators. “Did you see her face yesterday? She didn’t say no. In the world of courting, ‘not no’ is practically a ‘yes’!”“She told you she wasn’t easily wooed,” I reminded him, though I couldn’t help but grin. His energy was like a physical weight in the car, warm and chaotic. “So, what is the plan for today? More flowers? A skywriter?”Eren gave me a look that was far too smug for its own good. “A gentleman never reveals his next move. Especially to a niece who might accidentally let it sli

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