Bela Lugosi Mirror の小説・ストーリー

The fabric hugged her figure perfectly before flowing gracefully to the floor. When they finally stepped back, silence filled the room. Selene slowly turned toward the mirror. Her breath caught. The woman staring back looked every bit like a Luna. Beautiful. Elegant. Confident. For a moment, she barely recognized herself. "Oh my Moon Goddess..." she whispered. Mira grinned proudly. "Told you." Lizzy nodded. "Luciano is going to forget how to breathe." Elara smiled warmly. "He's not the only one. Everyone at that feast is going to be staring."

The front door opens, Tyler walks in. "What the fûck did you do to her" he asked. He was about to walk to her but they had another plan. "Now!" Leon yells and the mirror of death stood in front and directly at Tyler. "tomar en el oscuridad" he yelled. The mirror light shines out. But Aria screams in high pitch making us hold our ears, the mirror shattered into a million pieces. "Fuck no" Oscar mumbled. "Leon, get us the fûck out of here now" he yelled. Leon soon got them out if there.

The door behind us banged shut with a loud thud as we entered. "This doesn't feel right," Liora said in a shaky voice. Before anyone could answer, a person emerged from the largest mirror as it shimmered. I stared at her, gasping for air. Her face and hair were precisely like mine, but her eyes were dark and ferocious. "What is this?" Damon stepped protectively in front of me and demanded. With a sly smile, the figure fixed her eyes on mine. "Hello, Melissa," she murmured, her tone full of derision. "Are you pleased with what you see?"

"I'm sure. Why would I want to run after a man? If something else, they should be after me. After all, I'm a good girl." That was quite a confident answer. "Then, what do you mean by makeup skills?" Lia was not going to hide when the person was so sure. "I can teach you. I'm the resident disguise expert." Seeing her proud look, Lia was sure. "But tell me, if I don't accept that your conclusion about me is right, what would you have done?" The lady smiled. "I'd show you proofs. Like this." She took her bag and got a mirror. The mirror was somewhat different. She then moved some things and voila, the mirror changed as if it was a filter on Wowee.

In the center stands the mirror. It’s not what Bianca expected. No grand pedestal. No silver frame. Just a tall, narrow slab of obsidian resting between two stone holders. Its surface ripples faintly, like oil over water. The air around it pulses. Bianca takes a slow step back. “You sure you want to do this?” she whispers. “No,” Lumina says again. “But I have to.” She walks forward. Each step feels heavier than the last. The mirror hums softly, as though recognizing her presence. Lumina closes her eyes, steadying herself.

A bloodstained locket rested beside it. And a mirror. Not just any mirror. This one shimmered with silver fog, as if it had swallowed clouds whole. Elara stepped toward it. Her reflection stared back—only it wasn’t her. Not exactly. The woman in the glass was older, scarred by fire and time. A crown of bone circled her brow. Her eyes burned, not with light, but with memory. “Who are you?” Elara whispered, voice barely audible. The reflection didn’t blink.

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----!"

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.