All Chapters of The Secret Moonbird, Hellblades Series Part 2 of 3: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

99 Chapters

1 - Tangled In Darkness

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

2 - The Detective

Manolya’s POVThe room was dim, lit only by a low ceiling lamp and the soft green glow of a heart monitor. The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, masking the faint earthy smell clinging to my clothes from the caves.Machines hummed softly at the edge of my hearing, their steady rhythm both comforting and threatening.Two uniformed officers stood on either side of the door, unmoving, their eyes fixed on me as if I might vanish.Their stillness made my skin prickle. I was alone, pinned under their watch with no escape.I stared at the ceiling, feeling the cold bite of the handcuffs against my wrists.They’d rubbed the skin raw. My pulse thudded at my temples.I tried to swallow but my throat was dry, thick with the taste of iron.The door opened. The officers straightened. A tall man stepped inside, his broad shoulders framed by the door. He paused, drew in a breath, exhaled, and only then moved forward. His leather shoes whispered against the sterile floor.His name was Detecti

3 - The Price Of Weakness

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

4 - A Father’s Silence

Manolya’s POVThe room smelled of antiseptic. I really hated that strong smell.The overhead lights buzzed softly, their glow harsh against the pale blue curtains and the steel rails of the hospital bed. Beyond the thin walls I could hear muffled footsteps, the rolling of trolleys, a distant phone ringing.But inside my little corner of the ward it was strangely still.I felt the cuffs around my wrists, cold against my skin, making all movements uncomfortable.I’d woken up alone, and every second since felt like being trapped between dreams and waking, where nothing quite fits. All I had were flashes: a cave, the echo of my own scream, Someones eyes, the metallic scent of blood. I didn’t know what was real anymore.The door creaked open. A tall figure stepped in, blocking the light from the corridor. My heart leapt.“Dad?” My voice cracked with a mixture of relief and fear. “Is that really you?”He froze just inside the door.His hand hovered at his side as if unsure what to do with i

5 - Bent By The Wind

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

6 - The Empty Morgue

Kenan’s POVThe morgue was always quiet at this hour.The fluorescent lights above hummed faintly, casting a pale glow across the green-tinted walls and worn black-and-white tiles.The air smelled of disinfectant, copper, and something faintly sour that never seemed to leave, no matter how much bleach the janitors poured down the drains.I pushed open the heavy door, my shoes clicking against the tile.Aylin was already there, standing over the stainless-steel table with her arms folded, her blonde hair pulled into its usual sleek bun.She wore her white coat under a protective apron, gloves snapping against her wrists as she adjusted them.Her sharp eyes flicked up at me, then down again, always focused and professional.“Good morning, forensic doctor Aylin!” I announced, a little louder than necessary. “Did you sleep well?”She rolled her eyes before I even finished.“Really, Kenan? Sleep? With this case on my desk?” She sighed, pulling at the lapels of her coat. “I thought about it

7 - Inside The Void

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

8 - The Wellness Alliance

Serdar’s POVThe department still buzzed like a kicked hornet’s nest. Every phone, every radio, every bootstep echoed with panic.No one knew how a corpse could vanish from a locked morgue.And no one wanted to say it out loud: this wasn’t normal.I hadn’t touched my coffee.It sat there, cold and bitter, next to Meryem’s photo.Same as yesterday. Same as every day.Through the glass walls of my office, I saw my officers moving like ghosts. They wanted orders I couldn’t give. What was I supposed to tell them, that the dead were walking again?The receiver felt heavy in my hand. The number I dialed was burned into my memory.“Welcome to the Wellness Alliance,” came the smooth, practiced greeting.Their tone was gentle, corporate, the kind meant to soothe anxious patients and reporters alike.On paper, the Alliance was a mental health and rehabilitation clinic.But I knew the truth.Behind that smiling logo was the Seraphic Shadowmenders Guild, a network of healers, fighters, and scient

9 - Chemical Lies

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

10 - The Empty Facade

Emre’s POVI leaned back in my ergonomic chair, the one that cost as much as a month’s rent for most people. It was supposed to help with posture, but tonight it only reminded me how alone I was.The gallery was silent except for the faint sound from the ventilation.Everyone was gone for the weekend. That was the way I liked it with no staff, no clients and no calls.Just me and my thoughts, but now the were the worst company imaginable.The office smelled faintly of paint and coffee that had gone stale hours ago. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected my own face back at me with dull brown eyes, tired lines, a stranger wearing my skin.The walls gleamed with modern art pieces I’d chosen myself.Paintings worth small fortunes, each one carefully lit.Collectors praised my taste, said I had an “eye for talent.” Funny. I’d never been able to see what was right in front of me.I’d worked my entire life to make this place perfect. Every desk curve, every shelf of carefully arranged art b

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