Bela Lugosi Mirror นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Though, her answer made Adler conclude that she is currently finding a place to occupy. He stared intensely at the woman who was staring at him in the same manner, and an unannounced staring competition began. The longer he stared at her, the more he noticed how deeply dark her dilated pupils were, they were beautifully gloomy to the point that they look like a cat's eyes when it was nighttime, and her face, it may look like an empty, blank white canvas because of her pale features but they were unexpectedly sharp and had wonderful proportions. At the same time, he sensed something within him the longer he stares at her, especially her face. He recognized it as a sense of familiarity, but he

Marquise sighed, after some seconds were passing and the mirror projection didn’t change into something different… “The mirror couldn’t trace the place and Knight Richard…” Marquise murmured. She turned around to Luka and looked at both Luka and Miller in return. “Is it because of his magic protection?” Miller lower his tone and he gritted his teeth to handle the flames in his chest. He stared at Luka and snuffed out loud. “We have another way…the young wolf man…” Marquise drew a long deep breath. She turned to the mirror again and swayed her hand in the front the mirror. “Mirror of the universe, show us the young wolf man…”

The strapless design emphasized her shoulders and collarbones, where Celeste's shimmer powder caught the sunlight streaming through the windows. "I look..." Isla began, unable to find the right words. "Like an angel from heaven," Miranda finished for her, her eyes suspiciously bright. "Liam is going to lose his mind when he sees you." Isla continued to stare at her reflection, hardly able to believe that the ethereal creature in the mirror was really her. She had seen herself beautiful before—it was her job, after all, to look good in front of a camera. But this was different. This wasn't about selling a product or creating an image.

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

“But why now?” “I don’t know,” Elena whispered. “But I think… I think it’s different now. It’s changing.” --- Back at La Paz, the team was deep in conversation, the hum of the network still present in the background. It was clear the mirror was no longer simply a threat. It was evolving, adapting. Sophia’s mind was torn between fear and curiosity. She knew they had to approach it with caution, but there was something primal about the way the mirror had mirrored her pulse. Something dangerous, but also… something human.

One hour later, inside Lucia’s luxury apartment. Lucia stumbled into the bathroom. She turned on the brightest light. The woman in the mirror looked like a monster. Her cheeks were swollen high, showing a terrible purple-red color. The corners of her mouth were cracked. Dried blood stained her chin. She looked wretched. "Ah—!!!" Lucia let out a piercing scream. She grabbed the expensive skincare products on the countertop and smashed them viciously against the mirror. Crash! Glass shards flew everywhere. "Nyla... Nyla!"

She said as her image fades away "Lia！" I yelled and my image appeared in the mirror with a wicked smirk on its face "Come and save her" My image chuckled and it fades away. I placed my hand on the mirror and it penetrated inside. I walked into the mirror and it has glasses showing my reflection "Where are you, Lia？" I shouted and it echoed "Help！" Lia's voice echoed from all angles and I saw her in plain glass. I walked towards the glass and it cracked. "Daddy！" Lia's image appeared everywhere as she yelled

"This mansion knows you, maybe for you to know yourself you should understand this place. A cradle tells many stories." Artemísia got up and went to the big mirror in the room. The reflection showed another woman, a beautiful woman with pale brown skin, bright, vivid eyes and cloud-white hair. She turned her face to talk to Helga and thank her, but the clock was already singing the nine strokes and the woman disappeared.

Luna realized that they were trapped in a reflection of their fears, trapped within the illusions. "No more," Luna growled, her gaze unwavering. "We will break these illusions and reclaim the relics." Elias nodded, his eyes blazing with determination. He charged towards the mirror, his inner strength propelling him forward. With a mighty blow, he shattered the mirror into a thousand shards.

It was low and so quiet that I had to strain to hear it, but there was no mistaking that voice. It was Lina’s. Throwing caution to the wind, because I was fearless like that, I said fuck it and approached the mirror. The frame wasn’t just silver, it also had carvings of the moon phases down each side. At the top was a crystal the size of my fist. It sparkled as I approached, and part of me wondered if it was in greeting or a warning that my soul was about to get sucked out through my nose. With my luck it would be the latter.