Bare Reflections Novels & Stories

“Aren’t I? You’re too stubborn to see it, but this is how she binds you. Through reflection. Through guilt.” Rain started again, sudden and cold, pelting against their armor. The mirrored Kaelen looked up toward the red moon, its reflection dancing in his eyes. “Do you know what happens when two reflections meet in the same world?” Kaelen braced himself, silent. The reflection’s voice lowered. “One must shatter.” He lunged again. Kaelen caught the strike with his forearm, pain flaring as steel sliced skin. He used the opening to grab the mirrored wrist, twisting, driving his elbow into the double’s throat. The reflection staggered back, gasping—but didn’t bleed.

If Avery was just one ordinary werewolf, her bones would have been broke by how much strength Brylle put in it. Avery couldn’t take it anymore. Her eyes glow into golden yellow. “Get your hands off me, Brylle. Let me go while I am still asking nicely.” “I am sorry, L-Luna… I…” Avery’s eyes glow even more. “I said, let go!” Brylle immediately let go of Avery’s hand. “L-Luna…” he trailed off with an apologetic look plastered on his face. He was about to help Avery get up when Georgina suddenly interrupted.

The first one lifts my face toward me and smiles without joy. One mirror hesitates at the edge of the formation. Not mercy. Recalculation. It is still the first human-looking pause I have seen from them. Above her, the relic tube swings again. Cracks spider across the glass.

"You’re talking to glass now? That’s a new low, even for you." Abram stood in the doorway. He hadn't used the lock. He just loomed there, his massive frame cutting off the light from the hallway. He’d showered, but the scent of copper and wood shavings still clung to him, a permanent stain on his skin. He held a tray with a single glass of heavy, grey liquid. "The mirrors are warped," Elara said, her voice a sharp, defensive rasp. She smoothed her silk robe over her stomach, a reflexive move she hated. "The light hits them and makes things... move. Fix them or take them down."

They were met by their own reflections. ​The smart-glass of the hallway began to shift and warp, extruding four figures made of liquid-mirror. The glass-clones didn't just look like the Vanes; they moved like them, their bodies reflecting the sunrise in a blinding kaleidoscope of orange and gold. ​"The building is alive," Maya gasped, her golden Force flaring as a glass-clone of herself lunged with a crystalline blade. ​"It’s a 'Reflective-Defense'," Ren shouted, dodging a strike from his own double. "It uses our own Resonance against us! The harder we hit it, the stronger the reflection becomes!"

A phrase someone always said. A lesson passed down. A habit copied without realizing it. A kindness repeated years later. The ripples left behind. Mira stood among the lights, smiling softly. The grieving being stared upward in disbelief. Its ancient sorrow trembling. "I thought they vanished." Mira looked at the drifting lights. "They did." The being flinched. But Mira continued. "They vanished from one place." A pause. "Not every place." The silver ocean shimmered. The lights reflected in its surface.

The "Mirror-Sombra" did not arrive as a cloud or a fleet; it arrived as an "Inverted-Resonance." It had taken the chaotic, beautiful "Deep-Earth-Frequency" that Avery had used to liberate the solar system and "Turned it Inside Out." Where the "Wilding" was a celebration of diversity, the Mirror-Sombra was a "Calculated-Chaos"—a frequency that mimicked the freedom of the "Blue-Standard" only to lure the biological systems of Earth into a state of "Perfect-Vulnerability."

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

Crash! They both stood still as they stared at the broken vase on the floor, its contents spilled out. Erin's eyes went cold immediately and Amelia started shivering. Shit! "Damn it!" He growled as he saw the bastard approaching them. What the fuck is a vase doing here of all places. Not having time to think about such a mistake, Erin dragged the lady in his arms down the gloomy street hiding from one alley to the other as the angry roar of engines trails off behind them.

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect