Novel & Cerita Bloody Mary Mirror Game

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.

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

_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.

"That’s all I ask." He stood up and left the room, leaving me alone with the sleeping baby. I looked in the mirror at my own reflection. The "Mirror of Malice" hadn't shattered at all. It had just grown larger, and now I was the one being asked to play the dirtiest game of all. I looked round and there was Maria peeping through the door hole, probably listening to Alpha Ricardo and I.

It was Natalie's turn to glare at me. " Why do I feel like you're lying?" And then walked towards me, sniffing my clothes, I stepped back. " And why do you smell of paint?" " I don't know." "Where is Mira?" Natalie glowered. I was going to deny it until I saw the look on Darren's face. I stopped and broke out in a smile instead. " She's in the girls' restroom... Covered in paint." I blurted out. "WHAT!" " Oh.. and if I were you, I'd hurry. She might suffocate in there," I muttered lazily.