Bare Reflections Novels & Stories

"The male lead has most likely awakened his self-awareness. However, you still have a chance now. If you keep working at it, you might be able to turn things around. "You can fabricate more comments for him and make him firmly believe that Rosalie Lark is the villainess. Hopefully, everything can still be salvaged. Otherwise, you'll only end up being erased." The moment I heard that, I understood what was going on. A system, huh? It was just one parasite latching onto another parasite. I'd been fooled in my previous life. If not for that, Brandon and his system wouldn't have had such an easy time. In this life, I would cut off every escape route he had.

"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!"

The white glare of the Archiving Beam didn't fade; it fractured. It broke against the Golden Basalt dome Leo had forged, scattering into millions of useless, shimmering needles that died before they hit the floor. The Collector vessel shrieked in the sky, its bone-white hull shuddering as the planetary pull I had anchored reclaimed the air. Gravity didn't return to Rebirth City—it arrived as a physical executioner.

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

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.