Baca Manhwa Cerminan Jiwa Novels & Stories

She smirked and picked up a sword, controlling it with her mind she attacked him, Judah blocked each attack as swift as he could and threw the sword to the wall causing it to be stuck. “My turn” he trapped her in between six mirrors, All the mirrors had a reflection of herself but they weren’t her they moved on their own accord, she smashed five of the mirrored but before she could smash the last one, her reflection was already out. It grabbed her by the neck strangling her, she could see dark bags underneath her eyes and she smiled maniacally while strangling her. Livey grabbed her hand and burnt it until she was turned to ashes infront of her. She ran through to Judah touching his shoulder

The obsidian mirror shimmered behind him, and within it, the reflection of the Sleepless One grinned. Lucian drew his blade. “It ends tonight.” Malrec’s smile was cruel. “No, incubus. Tonight, it begins again.” The runes ignited, blood-red light flooding the room as the mirror flared open, its surface warping like liquid fire. The reflection of the Sleepless One reached outward—long, clawed hands stretching into the waking world. Saraphina stood tall, eyes blazing. “Then we burn it together.” The light consumed everything.

There is angst mind you but it ain’t that much and the MC is literally the cutest you’d ever come across while the ML according to a reader, ‘breaths romance’ xd. Smyrna and Capri is set to a royalty setting where the ML and MC are at war with MC severely weakening the ML’s troops and capturing ML. A ritual where one from the family of the MC swallows something that allows them to give birth despite being an alpha is done and somehow an escaping ML is lured in which ends up with MC getting pregnant with his child and having to keep him instead of the planned execution. It’s a well-plotted and great manhwa which you won’t regret reading.

I hate what I see, When I look into the broken mirror. I see myself, And then I see him. The boy who broke me. Then I hit him over and over again, My fingers bleeding from various cuts. I don't recognize the boy in the mirror, Even though he looks exactly like me. So I try to kill him, Make him hurt, Because I feel he's impersonating me. Till I looked one day, And saw myself. The Hidden Journals of Cain McCarthy PS- THIS CHAPTER WOULD HAVE TWO POVs Cain's POV

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

Sera chuckled at his response and said "We should walk back now, It's going to dark soon" Noah obediently followed her back to the mansion, but before entering the mansion he asked hesitantly "How did you know that I was asking myself 'Who am I?'" Sera walked back and smiled, she patted his head and said in a comforting tone "People who are like a broken mirror, try to fix it desperately while cutting ourselves, deeper and deeper. Do you know why we do that? Because we are desperate to see who we are." She bent down and looked straight into his eyes and said "So remember who you are. Okay?"

I murmured. I turned back to the mirror. It had transformed, no longer glass but liquid, swirling like a living thing. Faces drifted within — the spirits I had bound centuries ago. Their eyes gleamed in approval. I pressed my palm to the surface, feeling them hiss and breathe against my skin. The reflection shifted, showing Seraphine deep in the forest, surrounded by her own circle of moonlight. Always trying to keep up. I smirked. “You’ll never outpace me, sister.” A snap of my fingers, and the image dissolved. “You’ll destroy them all…” Ember’s voice trembled inside me.

The once unremarkable ancient mirror instantly glowed with a faint, soft white halo, gentle yet immense, faintly inscribed with mysterious patterns of reincarnation that drifted across the surface like flowing galaxies, exuding the weight of countless ages. He could clearly feel the vast power hidden within the mirror slowly flowing into his body through his fingertips, gently nourishing his depleted Meridians and repairing the traces of decay in his flesh. A weak yet pure force gradually gathered in his Energy Sea, even soothing the pain in his soul caused by healing the man earlier.

"He won't let you become a demon. I'm sure he is simply prolonging his time with you." Chaerin groaned. "He shouldn't be doing that," she said in a small voice. "The longer we stay together, the more we'll be unable to separate. I'm dead and he's alive. We shouldn't be together at all! I'll have to go away someday. If he gets attached to me then will he be able to live without me?" Undertaker sighed. If only Joonjae was not too late in saving her… He was about to console the girl when suddenly, the crystal ball lit up. He hurried over and looked into it.

Some were cracked, others pristine, but all reflected not just us, but versions of us that weren’t quite right. In one, Ian stood alone, spear dripping blood, his grin manic and wild. In another, Madison towered above us, her shadows forming not a crown this time, but chains, binding the rest of us to the ground. In yet another, Vera glowed so brightly it burned the city around her to ash. And me—always me, strings spreading from my fingers, threading through my friends’ reflections, pulling them like marionettes. Ian laughed, slapping one mirror hard enough to crack it. “Cute. They think showing me a bloodthirsty version of myself will rattle me. Too bad I don’t rattle anymore.”