All Chapters of Curse Of Tethys, Hellblades Series Part 3 of 3: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Pelin’s POVThe Seraphic Shadowmender’s teacher pressed a button on the wall. A cascade of colorful mosaic lamps flickered to life, casting a vibrant glow over the floor.This was the stage for martial arts. The walls were lined with hundreds of weapons. Heavy crossbows and long spears stood proudly beside throwing stars. Everything was meticulously arranged, glowing under the lamps.We lined up under the teacher’s watchful eye. Two healers stood at the back of the room, ready to step in if the training turned brutal. They wore black, loose-fitting pants and short-sleeved shirts embroidered with a red cross and crescent moon. They were muscular and broad, graduates who had already proven their skill.I turned to face Mete. We were supposed to greet each other with a respectful bow. Mete, as always, couldn’t resist being petty. He bowed just slightly less than expected, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.I closed my eyes. I counted to three and exhaled, centering my weight.I entered a

Mete’s POVI watched Kayhan slowly get up and bow, but I wasn’t stupid.I could feel his eyes still burning a hole into that girl, Manolya.What the hell was he thinking?If he caught feelings for her before the summoning, he was as screwed as anyone could get.Literally killed.The demons sniffed out weakness like rats, and they naturally had no mercy.They were born cruel and vicious.He looked at her like she was a bird he needed to catch, always near, yet somehow still just out of his reach.I could see the conflict in his expression, and I knew exactly what was rotting in his brain.He was all riled up and emotionally wrecked from that fight.Stupid idiot.I was planning on pursuing Pelin later; I was just getting her attention now, not signing my own death sentence before the exams.I could almost see him wishing he could slap himself to snap out of it.Now, it was time for me and him.My arms were restless.I wanted to punch that idiocy straight out of him before it was too lat

Manolya’s POVI cast my gaze downward, focusing on the patterns of the soft, woolly, burgundy oriental rug beneath my feet.Mr. Mehmet sat in front of me behind his big mahogany desk, stacked with the daily paperwork his work demanded.He leaned back in his chair, resting his elbows on the armrests and steepling his fingers thoughtfully as he listened intently to Pelin and me.“I’m so relieved to see you up and about, Manolya,” he said warmly, his gaze resting on me.“A mirror’s curse is no child’s play. It’s very sophisticated and dangerous magic. Whoever we’re dealing with, they are very powerful,” he added, his fingers tapping on the mahogany desk as his brows knitted in thought.Big, embroidered curtains hung from the ceiling, framing the curved windows that showcased a breathtaking view of the palace garden.My gaze drifted to the large bookshelves filled with important files and awards.The walls were adorned with oil paintings in earthy tones, depicting classical scenes of warr

Pelin’s POVI suddenly lifted my head and shot Manolya a mischievous grin as she slipped back through the heavy door of the great library hall.She narrowed her dark brown hazel eyes at me, curiosity bubbling up in her expression. “What have you been up to that I don’t know about?”That familiar, naughty sparkle danced in my eyes as I sauntered closer to her.My whole face lit up, practically buzzing with excitement. “Well,” I began, barely able to contain myself, “I read the instructions on the wall here in the library.”I looked at her, feeling thoroughly smug.Manolya raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. “And?”“It says you can ring a bell to ask for tea. It’s tea time already!” My voice rose with enthusiasm, matching the pure joy of the discovery. “I spoke to a nice lady down in the kitchen through the speaker. She said she’d make our dessert dreams come true!”Manolya couldn’t help but laugh at me.I never felt the slightest guilt about indulging in food. It was one of my

Kayhan’s POVI paced back and forth inside my small student’s quarters, my brow furrowed in anxiety. I almost wore out the stone floor with my relentless walking, the sharp click of my shoes echoing in the otherwise silent room.The room blended palace luxury with a modern guild student’s practical setup. A dark walnut canopy bed on carved lion-paw feet dominates the space, dressed in a heavy marine-blue velvet bedspread with gold tulip embroidery and draped in sheer fabric. A thick crimson and navy Turkish carpet covers the floor next to my bed, leading to a heavy cedar wardrobe and shelves filled with a mix of training weapons and books. Against the wall, an elegant bronze basin and curved faucet sit beneath a geometric shaped mirror. So I stopped near the basin and splashed icy water on my face.It was time.Today was the day. I had to do it to get it over with. My shoulders tensed with every thought of the consequences, but I felt I had no choice. Trust no one but oneself. This wa