Bloody Mary Mirror Game Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

Lifting my injured leg, I showed him the blood trickling down in a thin line. "Lick it clean, or I'll make sure you're carried out of here on a stretcher." Colton let out a disgusted sound, scrunching up his face. "That's gross." I shot him a glare. "You don't get it. Saliva's antiseptic." While we bantered back and forth, Zach turned to leave. Colton's bodyguards blocked the door, clearly unwilling to let him off so easily. A commotion erupted outside, and then Wynona burst through the door, right on cue.

Right after I spoke, Isolde screamed, pulling one assassin her way. Thorne moved back to shield her. All his focus was on Isolde, and he did not see another assassin coming at me. I could feel the poison coursing through my veins. My sight was fuzzy, and I was quickly losing my grip on consciousness. Through the blur, I thought I saw someone bravely step in front of me and kick the assassin's blade away... When I woke up, my four friends who might one day be more than just friends were all by my bedside.

MARIE The mirror had stopped lying hours ago. It stared back now, unflinching, unforgiving. A silent accomplice. She stared right back, unblinking. The woman looking back at her wasn’t scared. She was focused. Controlled. Unreadable. At least, that was the plan.

She asked out of nowhere, and I spun around to catch her hiding a smile as she drew the window blinds down. My cheeks grew hotter, but I tried to focus on the beige-colored walls and the sleek interior of my new bedroom. The queen-sized bed had a framed mirror above the headboard, while a floor-to-ceiling-length mirror stood at the corner of the room. Why so many mirrors though? “Well, it’s an illustration of dopamine triggering hormone release. It's great for copulation.” I described the painting in medical terms, like the nerd I am. “So yeah, I like it.” Maryjane chuckled sweetly, and I joined her.

“So we’re forced to pick between two girls who don’t even know they’re part of some sick game.” “We’re not picking anything,” I say firmly. “We’re going to figure it out.” “How?” Michael asks, glancing around like the answer might hide under a pile of dusty scrolls. “If they’re identical—” “They aren’t,” Eva cuts in. “Not completely. There’s a crack. The mirror showed it.” “The weird one?” Trixie raises an eyebrow. Eva nods. “It only reflects me. Not them. Not anyone else.” “That’s not possible,” Lenny whispers, as if speaking louder might break the spell. “We all looked.”

Everything seemed intact. But the note… The spy wasn’t coming from the outside. They were already here. Inside the warded tent, Mira moved toward the potion cache when she felt it. A shift. A breath that didn’t belong. She spun around—dagger drawn. But she was alone. Or so it seemed. Then her reflection blinked. And smiled. The mimic stepped from the shadows—a perfect copy of Mira, every freckle and line mirrored. But the eyes were wrong. Just a little too dark.

“Doing the soul trade spell. Not everyone knows such a spell used in the Cursed Mirror and how to perform it right. He must be one of a kind.” Not so long, the maid appeared inside. But before she could see me, the dark huge vines from the back of the trees caught her until she was swallowed by darkness. The maid screamed her lungs out and I froze on where I stood, eyes widening. “The mirror feeds on souls and low-level souls are easy to consume. I guess you’re still alive up to this point because of the blood running on your veins. Quite a luck I can say.” I parted my lips to ask her a question but before I could, a light enveloped my body. It blinded me for a moment and the next thing I kn