Bela Lugosi Mirror Novels & Stories

"Not your grandmother. Not Vandaulf. Not the nurses. Just me." "You don't get to hold me for ransom because you arrived first," Lily snarled. The mirror shook. The light bulb overhead hummed, making a crackling noise like static. Vandaulf planted his hands on her shoulders. "You're not alone this time. Say it. Tell her you don't belong to her." "I am not yours," Lily whispered. "Loudenough," Vandaulf urged. "I am not yours!" The reflection screamed. And the mirror exploded.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

My hair was parted from the middle with a few shorter strands framing my face delicately. Wait…did they give me highlights? How did I not notice? “You’re a beautiful woman, Lilith.” She insisted. “Embrace it. You need a change and it’s about time.” I looked at myself carefully, trying to inhale as deeply as I could to fill the nervous empty pit in my stomach. This person in the mirror was going to be on TV. At a party where Cristo wouldn’t be at for once since I met him. Oh no… A dreadful realization dawned onto me, Is Hugo going to be here?

Those who were cursing me moments ago were now holding their breath. Every single eye turned to Tania, who was shaking like a leaf. "No... it's not like that..." Tania shook her head frantically, her voice shrill. "It's a lie! It's a trap Evelyn set up!" But no one bought it. The Blood Mirror was an artifact of the First Vampires. It never lied. Valerius rose to his feet. Hellfire blazed in his eyes. The crushing aura of a Lord suffocated the room.

Marilyn was accustomed to Louis's care, having long dispelled any shyness, allowing him to take charge. After catching her breath, Marilyn glanced at the box nearby and asked him irritably, "Louis, I have to wonder, are you really a soldier? Or are you just a Japanese adult film actor in disguise? Where did you get this thing? And what about the mirror?" Louis quickly rinsed his body, put on a robe, turned Marilyn to lie in a different angle, and began washing her hair, massaging shampoo into her long, cherished locks. He answered Marilyn's questions while attentively washing her hair, saying, "The mirror was installed to make the bathroom seem more spacious, and Nancy sent this thing over."

Chapter 15: The DeLuca Ball The night was crisp, the air filled with a certain kind of electric anticipation. Isla stood in front of her mirror, dressed in a gown that clung to her body like a second skin, its dark emerald hue accentuating the curves she had learned to hide, but now flaunted as part of the role she was playing. Her reflection looked almost unrecognizable, the transformation from the simple, guarded woman she had been into the seductive, confident Bella Caruso now complete. Her hair was swept into a sleek updo, soft waves framing her face, and her makeup was impeccable, her lips a deep, daring red.

Kael said flatly. “Yes,” she pressed. “Or… it will be. If we don’t sever the tie.” “There’s no tie.” “Isn’t there?” Lysa rose, took something from beneath her coat, and tossed it onto the table. A mirror. Kael didn’t want to look. But he did. And for a second—just a second—his reflection blinked with a golden eye. He stumbled back from the table. “No. No—this is wrong.” Lysa didn’t flinch.

The flames flickered strangely, as though unsure whether to stay lit. I looked into my obsidian mirror and whispered, “Show me... Adolfa.” The mirror rippled and swirled with thick smoke. Slowly, the image of a young girl appeared. Her hair was wild, her eyes too aware. She didn’t look strong, but something in her aura was different. She glowed faintly. “That’s her,” I said. “That’s Adolfa.” Suddenly, the mirror cracked. A loud snap run across my chamber. “She’s fighting it,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Even in this new body, she dares to resist me.”

“Some don’t know what to believe. Some are just repeating what they heard. Cassidy poisoned the air, yes, but poison doesn’t last forever. You just have to keep breathing until it clears.” Elara’s throat tightened. “What if I can’t?” “Then lean on me,” Lena said without hesitation. “Lean on us. You don’t have to carry this alone.” Elara blinked back tears. For the first time that day, her lips curved into the faintest smile. The Mirror Test That evening, Elara found herself standing before her mirror. The woman staring back was pale, her shoulders tense, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion. Is this who they see? she wondered. A fraud. A liar. A girl too weak to fight back?

The last one… was Elara. Mira stepped forward, and the reflection moved with her. “You’re not me,” she said. The Elara-mirror smirked. “No. I’m what’s left of who you tried to bury.” Mira clenched her fists. “I buried her for a reason.” “She’s not gone,” the reflection said. “You absorbed her. You wear her bones.” Suddenly, the mirror cracked—from the inside. Black static spilled out. And Mira woke up screaming. Carl was at her side in seconds. “What is it?”