Bela Lugosi Mirror Novels & Stories

Chapter 103 Bella’s POV The mirror did not lie, and today it showed a woman who had won. I tilted my head slightly, studying my reflection in the mirror, the calm in my eyes, the quiet confidence in the curve of my lips, and for the first time in a long while, there was no tension in my shoulders. No fear but only control. A slow smile spread across my face. “Jackpot…” I whispered to myself confidently because that was exactly what this was.

The mirror reflected a tired but polished face. Click. The restroom door was locked from the inside. I saw Sarah in the reflection, standing behind me. She wore heavy, smoky makeup, but it couldn’t hide the dark bruises and exhaustion in her eyes. Her expensive couture gown hung loosely on her frame. She was skeletal. “So this is what it feels like to be the strongest Luna, Elena?” Sarah leaned against the door, her voice sharp and grating. “Being worshiped? Envied? You don’t look so great to me. Damon hasn’t even marked you, has he?”

The night was eerily still. The kind of stillness that carried whispers no one could explain. Alessia stood beside Luca, her fingers brushing his as they faced the tall remaining piece of the broken mirror, the same one that had been her favourite in the room. It's silver frame was cracked at the corners, yet something within it shimmered faintly, like trapped light begging to breathe. Luca's reflection looked back at him, strong, unreadable, the faint shadow of fatigue softening his edges.

Luis Park shamelessly said. 'This master!' Butt thought. Then without hesitation butt took something. "Look, master." Butt offered a broken mirror. It was a mirror from the mansion! "This..." Luis Park gawked at the mirror! "What happened to me? What happened when I was asleep." He asked himself. "Why is this?" "What is this symbol!" What he saw in the mirror is his face. Between his eyebrows, there was a green symbol! An inverted triangle! "Tim------mach----!"

From inside the bag, she takes out a round mirror, made of a black stone, which was so polished. - Is that the Mausoleum stone? – Romeo asks. - yes, this is an Obsidian mirror. Romeo shrinks and looks away, not even wanting to look at it. Mary stretches out her hand and Julius takes the mirror. He looks at him from all sides and looks at the witch. - Don't look at it. Stare at him. - What will happen? – Shane asks. - I don't know. It depends on what the mirror wants to show Julius. It could be his past, the past before him, or one of the possible futures.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to find me. The Don, the bastard, the twins. A family reunion in a graveyard. How poetic." Celeste stepped out of the shadows, and my blood turned to ice. She wasn't alone. Beside her stood a woman—a mirror image of me. My dark hair, my sharp cheekbones, my defiant posture. She wore my face like a mask, and she stared at me with the same cold precision I'd seen in Elara's eyes when we first met. "I see you've met my little project." Celeste's smile was razor-thin. "Project Mirror. Twenty-two years of preparation, and she's finally ready to step into her role."

“Lucas. Wake up.” No response. He twitched again, violently this time. His hands curled into fists. He muttered something under his breath. I leaned closer. “What are you seeing?” His lips moved. One word this time. Clearer. “Mother.” I staggered back. And as I did, the mirror above the dresser—something flickered in it. I looked. No one was there. But… The reflection of the room didn’t match the room I was in. It was darker.

The door slammed shut behind them. Silence. Elena bent over, trying to catch her breath. “We lost them.” “For now,” Adrian said. She looked around. The room was enormous. Mirrors covered every wall. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Each one showed a different image. Elena looked at the nearest mirror. She saw herself as a child. Another showed her mother. Another showed Adrian. Another showed Aria. Then one mirror caught her attention. It showed the woman from the vision. The first vessel.

Xavier (smirking): "Then let's call it justice." He drops the flameglass into the fire. The scry-globe explodes in sparks. The Mirror Cracks Deep in the High Temple vault, Vegas and Arion stand before a mirror of polished obsidian. Reflected within is not their image, but Xavier, flame surging behind him. Vegas (alarmed): "He found it." Arion (grinning): "Then it's time to move the final piece." He places a hand on the mirror. Xavier's image moves—turns toward them—as if he sees.

I scoffed and then followed her, dropping my phone into the pocket of my dress and adjusting my mitpachat. When she led me to her room, she locked the room with a practiced flick of her wrist in the air. I felt my knot tightening for no reason when Lena stretched her hands towards the mirror in her room. A large flood of blue light shot out through her palm and slammed against the mirror and I gasped. “What the hell are you doing?!” “Showing you what real surveillance looks like,” she frowned. In a brief moment, the mirror’s surface had turned to a television screen. We could see a group of elders coming out of a building and getting into their cars. I blinked.