Bare Reflections Novels & Stories

“Luna, a barracks is about to collapse. People remain inside. The snow weighs too heavy. Can you come with me and use your Moonbane power to hold it steady? We must get everyone out.” I looked at Alaric, still asleep in his crib. “I will return soon,” I told Erica. “Watch your brother.” Erica nodded with force. The east wall had become a wreck. An entire section had given way. Snow continued to fall. Dust filled the air and made breathing difficult. Warriors dug with bare hands. Some had already pulled injured wolves free. Helena and I reached the barracks. Theron stood there already. I channeled Moonbane power into the shaking roof. The energy flowed steady and cold.

The real Elian sat calmly beside Kael. But the reflection— Its hand rested higher against its stomach. Protective. Possessive. And its silver eyes… Were darker. Not fully black. But not normal either. Mira’s blood ran cold. Then— The reflection slowly smiled at her again. --- “Mira?” She startled violently. The mirror returned to normal instantly. Elian looked concerned. “You dropped the blanket.” Mira blinked downward. The blankets had slipped from her hands onto the floor. “…Sorry.” Her voice sounded weak.

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Alessia said. She sat opposite them, Sorrel asleep with her head in Alessia’s lap, small fingers still tangled in the fabric of her armor. The child’s breathing was shallow but steady. Seraphine had checked on her twice and declared, in an official whisper, that she was “okay but sad.” Kade took a breath. “The Ruined Mirrors weren’t only reacting to us. They were acting like… an antenna.” Rian, cradling his rolled maps like a newborn, gulped. “A-an antenna for what exactly?”

Scene 2: The Fire Mirror Hours later, they reached a vast cavern cut deep into the mountain’s side. The air shimmered with heat. In the center, a lake of magma bubbled angrily, and above it hovered a strange relic—a polished obsidian mirror framed in gold. Iris approached it cautiously, drawn by the power radiating from it. Her reflection shimmered in the surface, then twisted. She gasped. She saw herself—not as she was, but as she had once been. Nadia. Whole. Untouched by betrayal.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

After Heaton left, Wilbur spent a few quiet days, ensuring that Heaton would not return anytime soon. He then took out the bronze mirror and recited an incantation. The mirror began to rapidly absorb the surrounding energy. As Wilbur watched the mirror, now glowing with golden light, a sudden doubt crept into his mind. Since this bronze mirror world could alter the flow of time, why would such a priceless treasure appear in the lower dimensions, like on Earth?

The silver faded into black. Then cleared. Revealing a reflection. Ava’s reflection. Ella stepped back. “Don’t.” Ava was already moving forward. She didn’t know why. Just that it felt like remembering. The mirrored surface clarified. Ava stared at her own face. Then blinked. The reflection didn’t. It kept watching her—like it had been studying her. Then it smiled. Slight. Subtle. Off-tempo. Too soon. Ava whispered, “That’s not…”

“The Veil’s energy is focused on the next convergence. It’s preparing for something—something significant.” The path narrowed into a bridge of smooth, reflective crystal that seemed to stretch endlessly into the void. The group moved cautiously, their steps echoing unnaturally in the stillness. As they crossed, the reflections beneath them began to shift, forming vague, distorted images that seemed to watch them. Emma stopped abruptly, her breath catching as the reflections solidified. The images were familiar—too familiar. She saw herself, standing alone in the void, the relic and key in her hands. Her reflection’s eyes were hollow, its expression devoid of emotion.

Something was incredibly off. The winter night was calm and dewy, with a faint, earthy aroma drifting through the slightly cracked balcony doors of my room. Outside, the view of the city stretched endlessly—rolling hills covered in shadows, dotted with patches of faint city lights. Above, the stars gleamed, their clarity undisturbed by clouds. It was peaceful, serene even. I was about to step out onto the balcony to soak it all in when I noticed a peculiar red dot flickering against the glass. What's this? A new type of firefly? I squinted, leaning in closer, curious.