A Mirror Mended の小説・ストーリー

she added as she smash the crack mirror into fragment! The reflection have long been weak and can only stare blankly at the woman. The broken pieces of the mirror is thrown into the window and is disapear to the darkest fog that is somehow flickering dimly. “Gone, my dear, and be greatful your body conceive with my help!” Her laughter vibrated out to the deepest of the darkness, and the bloody eyes slowly open their eyes.

He knew that this mirror held the key to their redemption, but he also sensed that it held a revelation that would shatter their perceptions. With trembling hands, Jaxon reached out and touched the surface of the mirror. An intense light burst forth, engulfing him and his companions. Images flashed before their eyes fragmented memories, hidden truths, and a revelation that shook their very foundations. The mirror revealed a startling revelation they were not the first to embark on this quest. Countless others had sought the Key of Renewal, each doomed to fail. The path they had followed was not a road to redemption but a cycle of despair. The mirrors held a malevolent power, trapping those w

Just thinking about it causes me sheer panic. When they all see me start to hyperventilate, they recollect themselves and sit with me. Mother is the one who breaks the silence. "May baby, you will not believe this. This morning when we came to visit you, your wound was looking so bad we feared for your life. But now, it's completely healed. There is not even scar tissue on it. It is as good as new. As if you are never injured at all! This is why the mate bond is sacred. Just a mark from one's true mate has such high healing qualities!"

I muttered in a worried tone! Few minutes l

It wasn’t my wolf coming back yet, but it was hope. Maybe, just maybe, Zeus and I could fix each other. One broken piece at a time.

Her hands slowly cover her mouth, finding herself taking a few steps back. The mirrors placed inside the punishment room had been there for as long as she could remember. It was older than her, older than her professor, and older than her professor’s professor. It was so old that even though it had fallen off the hooks it was placed on, it wouldn’t break. And yet, almost every mirror that was within Amara’s reach had cracks on them. The mirrors inside were made of strong metal, but she could see indentations on its casing. It looked like strong nails were run through it, making it look like Amara had scratched on the doors, trying to get out.

The mirror was no longer shattered; it was whole, reflecting a future where love wasn't a transaction, but a sanctuary. The End.

The wolves exchanged uneasy glances, then followed. At the far end, the great mirror—the one that had hung above the council dais for generations—had cracked down the center. Its surface shimmered faintly, catching reflections that didn’t belong. In it, Kaelen’s image wavered and multiplied, shifting in and out of focus. He reached out, fingertips brushing the cold glass. The reflection flinched back—then steadied, staring at him with eyes that glowed faintly silver. Mireya swore under her breath. “Kaelen—”

Lemgam spoke a bit low, "Before they could find themselves there, they must be really attached to one another." "You mean love?" "Yes, Landa. Love." Vofen added while nodding. "The love they both have buried inside of them, the mirror helped build a home they both would feel more comfortable in. That is one thing the mirror is good at. Sewing love." . .