Bela Lugosi Mirror Novels & Stories

There is a huge mirror in one corner of the room resembling Klara’s and to it’s left has a three foot tall wooden table on which a 360 degree spectacles holder rack is placed. Hmm….here are the traitors. These glasses are the ones who deceives the spectators making them believe that Lucas is a decent man but in reality he’s anything but good. She rolled her eyes at the glasses holder and wandered around boldly as she took slow steps deeper into the room and finally landed her eyes on his bed.

Flames danced. And in the center of the room, Liora stood frozen. Eyes vacant. Fire gone, A woman stood opposite her Aria’s face smiling like a knife Sera charged first The impostor didn’t move. But her reflection did. The walls shattered, sending shards into the air like razors, Every mirror screamed, And from each surface, A Liora stepped out, But not this Liora, but Other Lioras. Twisted. Hollow. Burning too hot. One was crowned in thorns.

Bella’s POV I wake up in a dark room, the warm glow of the sun peeking in from behind the thick curtains. I sit up as memories from the night before attack me and push the sheets away to inspect my body. There’s a bandage around my leg, covering a wound on my right shin, and a few bandaids here and there. There’s also a wet towel on the night stand beside me, resting in an empty bowl. The door opens and a man walks in. I panic and pull the sheets over myself to cover my exposed legs since I am now only wearing underwear and an oversized T-shirt.

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

“ So it's believable, right? I was a bit worried that they would see the real me.” “Have you looked in the mirror?” I asked. “No, I was a bit worried about what I would see.” She looked down at her hands as she fidgeted with them. “Come on.” I placed my hands on her lower back, ushered her into her room, and showed her the mirror. Her eyes widened in shock. “Wow! I look so different.” “I did tell you that I had the camp's greatest makeover artist.” I smiled. “I hope he isn't just good at making people. I'd like to have him do my makeup when all this is over.” She grinned at the mirror.

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

"What the hell". Louis uttered as he's feet drew him closer to the mirror. he could see his reflection but that Written words were still there... Boldly written for him to read it... "YOU BELONG TO ME!!!" curiosity leads him wanting to touch the mirror and it all came shattering down. Louis immediately shielded his face and staggered back a little due to the excessive explosion of glasses from the mirror. on getting himself... he stare at the sight in shock. "I... I don't touch that did I?".

Alisia said, before returning to her call. "You ain't going on no video call with you looking like that." Layla said, visibly shuddering as she ran her eyes over me. "What? Why? Do I look that bad?" I asked, suddenly feeling insecure. Layla headed to the table at the other end of the room, fished out an object from her purse, and scurried back to my side at the hospital bed. She held up the object in her hand and I saw that it was a foldable mirror; she unfolded the mirror and held it in front of my face to allow me a clear view of my appearance.

“Thanks to you.” Lucian offered her his arm, but she waved him off. “I’m fine.” They moved to leave the chamber. Before he stepped away, Elias glanced at the mirror one more time. The figure in the mirror turned—and their face changed. It looked almost like— No. He shut his eyes.

Alisia said, before returning to her call. "You ain't going on no video call with you looking like that." Layla said, visibly shuddering as she ran her eyes over me. "What? Why? Do I look that bad?" I asked, suddenly feeling insecure. Layla headed to the table at the other end of the room, fished out an object from her purse, and scurried back to my side at the hospital bed. She held up the object in her hand and I saw that it was a foldable mirror; she unfolded the mirror and held it in front of my face to allow me a clear view of my appearance.