Lahat ng Kabanata ng Curse Of Tethys, Hellblades Series Part 3 of 3: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Kayhan’s POVThe heavy double doors of the VIP wing swung open with a rhythmic thud.The hospital staff, from the senior surgeons to the floor nurses, stopped in their tracks.They bowed deeply, a wave of white coats dipping in unison as the procession from the ‘Wellness Alliance’ entered the hallway.In the center of the group, Mr. Mehmet moved with the kind of effortless authority that turned the air into glass.He was impeccably dressed in a sharp gray suit, the silk of his light pink tie providing the only splash of soft color against the sea of black suits surrounding him.His hair was a shock of gray and white, but his eyes were as sharp as surgical steel.I stood up immediately, releasing Manolya’s burning hand and bowing my head.“Everybody, get to work!” Mehmet’s voice rang out, vibrating with a command that left no room for hesitation.“Any mistakes, and you will answer to me personally.”The assistants behind him paled, nodding frantically as they split into two teams.One

Pelin’s POVThe gates of the library came into view with it’s restored ottoman architectural charm.I fumbled with the keys in my pocket.My fingers were shaking so badly they felt like loose twigs.Before I could even find the lock, the heavy door swung open.Mrs. Emine, my collegue stepped out, nearly sending me backward.“Pelin?” she gasped, her voice jumping with surprise.“Mrs. Emine! What are you doing here on our day off?” I asked, my voice high and brittle.She adjusted her posture, looking as sleek and composed as ever.Her gray hair was pulled into a perfect bun. At fifty, she still moved with a grace that I lacked even on my best days.“I could ask you the very same thing,” she quipped, her eyes narrowing with playful suspicion.“I forgot my keys to the cabin. But you? What is your excuse for being here?”She started to laugh, but her sharp eyes caught the streaks of smeared makeup on my face.She pulled me into a hug that squeezed the air right out of my lungs.“Mrs. Emine

Manolya’s POVMy soul was being set ablaze, and every inch of my body ached with such a burning sensation that it was excruciating. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire, a molten pressure that threatened to turn my very identity into ash.I looked at Aziz, my faithful companion, and saw that even his fur stood on end, with phantom flames licking at its tufts as he tried to absorb the overflow of my agony.Across from me, the Ifrit loomed. It was a shifting, oily nightmare made of smoke, its gleaming eyes watching me from the darkness, it’s spiral horns aimed towards me.It kept me on a leash, imprisoning us together behind my own closed eyelids.The creature didn’t have a physical form I could touch, but it had forged a psychological bond with unbreakable chains that felt heavier than iron. I tried to squirm free, but every movement only intensified the fire, making it flare up even worse than before. Then, a third mind link was created.A familiar sensation washed ov

Manolya’s POVThe hospital room felt small, the sterile scent of antiseptic clashing with the heavy atmosphere.I was still reeling from the news of my father’s condition when the door opened, and Uncle Eren walked in. He looked exhausted, the lines around his eyes deeper than I had ever seen them, but he managed a tired smile just for me.“I am glad you are awake, Manolya. My brother did manage to have some luck in all this mess,” Uncle Eren sighed, interrupting the heavy silence.He reached out and held my hand, his palm rough and firm. “He had just emptied the gallery because he was supposed to switch out all of the paintings today. None of his works were damaged.” His eyes had dark under eye circles. “…But we decided to have a fundraiser ball instead to help with the costs of the gallery’s restoration. Don’t you think he would have wanted that? I wanted to discuss it with you first, Manolya.” Uncle Eren said to me in a questioning tone.He paused, his expression turning grim. “We s

Manolya’s POVThe sterile scent of the Tulip Bay Hospital made my stomach turn a little, but today, it was replaced by something far more elegant and pleasant.Mrs. Leyla Karga sat across from me, a vision of composed grace even in a place of sickness. She was a striking woman, her middle-aged features carrying the kind of timeless beauty that only came from a life of discipline from being a Police-Wife mixed with high society.Her skin was radiant, as clear as dewdrops on a sunny morning, and her hair was swept back in a sophisticated chignon that didn’t have a single strand out of place.I shifted in my plastic chair, feeling the weight of the last few days pulling at my shoulders. I had chosen a modest but high-end look for the heat, a loose-fitting silk midi dress in a soft sage green, paired with cream-colored loafers.Beside me, Pelin looked equally polished in a crisp white linen button-down tucked into wide-leg trousers, her hair falling in perfect medium blonde waves with sub