Novel & Cerita Bloody Mary Mirror Game

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

I need to finish this soon. "Spill before I cut your fingers off, Emir." I remove the knife from his leg, causing him severe pain, before stabbing him again. "Fuck you, bitch! There is a storage facility located in Germany! Let me fucking go!" Emir screamed. That's the kind of thing I enjoy a lot. Waiting for the sinners to shout and beg for mercy. "Good. The address comes next." I started by stepping on his foot and holding the knife near to his finger while it was still in my hand.

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

It struck the cabinet and knocked Mother’s wooden box onto the floor. The lid came loose, and the colored sticks scattered across the marble. I drifted closer and counted them one by one. Every single stick was black.

_Alina's POV_ The stairs led to a small, dimly lit room, and as I stepped inside, the air seemed to grow heavier. The only thing in the room was a large, ornate mirror standing in the center. Its frame was made of dark wood, intricately carved with symbols that mirrored the ones I had seen throughout the maze. The glass itself was clear, but there was something about it that made me uneasy. It wasn’t just a reflection—it was more than that.

I added and they all hit me once again. “I know that! I learned that from when we watched these certain YouTubers that are paranormal investigators right? Don’t you and Mich watch them too?” Anine said and I nodded. “Muff! Stop it already!” Mich exclaimed while Krysyle said, “Sei, just stop huhu please…” I laughed at them and a few minutes later, “Yay! We have finally made it out alive” Michane exclaimed as if we’ll die there. Next, after the mirror maze, they pulled me to the area where the games and prizes are. Did we play the uhh, dart thing? The one where you hit the balloons with darts? I was the one who tried it first but I hit nothing. Three trials went to nothing!

Everything turns blurry, but I see Kieran running towards me. Gideon jumps like a superhero, stopping Kieran. They crash into the snow. “If you punch her, you'll hurt the real Nova!” Gideon yells. Jace kicks a tree in distress. “Then what do we do, smart guy?” Mirror-Me stands over me, wearing my face like a bad Halloween mask. “The game is to make you watch me win,” she said, still using my voice and forcing my hand to touch the necklace. “Say goodbye, boys.”

The entire room was like a small apartment, she thought then she gasped and facepalmed upon remembering that she's actually in an apartment complex. She saw that there was a door beside the wall wardrobe, about a few inches away from it. She sauntered to it, curious what lies behind the mysterious door and she squinted her eyes, lifting her free arm to cover them because of the gloriously gleaming treasures hidden behind the door. It was a bathroom, a dignifiedly neat one, with marble-like restroom fittings and fixtures. Even though she was a few feet away from them and she has quite the bad eyesight, she thought she regained her 20/20 vision and could easily see and recognize all the neat s

This sudden enthusiasm over the things he finds so boring was alarming. It's almost as if he was trying to find something. He would scan the room, and her eyes would always try to catch him or his peripheral vision. She was prepared. Still, there's nothing wrong with being too prepared. In her mind, she was listing the things she could use as weapons. The knife, the vase, the pot, and the dried Belladonna she had displayed by the little zen garden At this point, there's no use in trying to figure out what Alek is trying to do.

I moaned so loud she covered my mouth. And kept going. The Mirror Game Begins She finally took me upstairs. Her bedroom was candlelit, smelling of roses and wine. In front of her bed stood a tall, antique mirror ornate gold frame, gleaming glass. She guided me to it. “Hands on the mirror,” she ordered softly. I obeyed. She stood behind me. Naked now. Her breasts against my back. Her breath hot in my ear. “You’re going to watch what I do to you,” she whispered.