Novel & Cerita Bloody Mary Mirror Game

There was no love in his eyes, only mockery. It was as if he were waiting to see a good show, waiting to see how I wouldn’t leave even after knowing the child wasn’t his. I smiled, ignoring the milk in his hand, and turned back to my room to pack my things. Perhaps because I no longer had any expectations, my whole body felt much lighter. Instead, his hand froze midair, his body stiffening noticeably. - The door opened, and a woman walked in. She wore a pale yellow dress and moved with graceful elegance.

CHAPTER 179 — THE REFLECTION OF TRUTH MAYA POV Liam’s hand caught my arm before I could touch the mirror. “Don’t,” he said. But my eyes wouldn’t move away from it. The reflection didn’t blink. It just stared back at me with that calm, cold look—the same one Brandy wore when she lied. Behind us, the air hummed. The other mirrors were starting to shimmer too. Each one showed a different me. One smiling. One crying. One bleeding. One standing over Liam’s body.

As I see the warlock’s eyes shift, I can see he tosses his arms in the air, not thinking of the consequences of killing me. I throw my hands up in the air, using my secret weapon to counter the attack. I needed to create a mirror image of what the warlock would toss out so it would bounce back to him and destroy him instantly. As I toss the mirror in the air, shards of glass rain down on both of us as his rage bounces off the mirror and directly targets him.

She sat up quickly. The walls weren’t hers. The room had no windows—only a tall mirror in the corner. There was no door—just dark wood and stone. “Where am I?” she whispered. A voice echoed from behind the mirror. “You made it through the first game.” Camela froze. The mirror shifted with a soft creak, and then a panel slid open. A woman stepped through, tall and cloaked in black lace, her face hidden behind a silver mask shaped like a mourning veil. Only her mouth was visible, painted deep red like dried blood.

I pop a few of my pills in my mouth, gulping it down with some water, it helps me sleep a bit. I feel my eyes getting heavy, and soon, it gets dark, I know I'm about to welcome the same nightmare. But this time, she's here… "Emma?" I call. Her hair is down in cascading waves, they shape her face, and her dark brown eyes look down at me worriedly. But, why am I on the floor? Why is the sun…? The sun…I try to block it with my hands, the light is blinding. "Liam!" she comes over to me, blocking the light source, I smile with relief.

“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

Since Candice was not acquainted with the others, nobody seemed inclined to bother her. It was dull to just sit around and drink all night, so Sieg proposed they play a game after some time. People began to assemble around the table. While Candice was conversing with Jackson, she noticed someone sitting next to her. Turning, she saw Alex and Sonia had joined her. Sieg brought a deck of cards to the table, spreading them out and suggesting, "How about King’s Game? It's pretty straightforward, right?" It was indeed a basic game. Candice shuffled the cards and drew one, but she didn’t get the King of Spades, which was the highest-ranking card in this game.

Standing aside, I gestured for Sin to enter first. She took everything in and then froze when she spotted Bella a few feet from the door. “That is a one-way mirror. We can see them, but they can’t see us although they know that we are watching them.” The room was small but comfortable enough with a double-seated couch in the middle of the room and a small table next to it, facing the wall made of the one-way mirror. Shelves against the wall held different kinds of lubes and toys for the ones watching to entertain themselves.

I awake with a loud gasp taking in all the air that could fill my lungs. I blink, my throat tender as I swallow forcing my saliva down. I'm no longer in the room I notice. Everywhere is filled with some form of antique, the room vast and the carpet flush against my skin. I'm on the ground. My body protests as I attempt to sit up and I come face to face with my attacker. Lady Amy watches me from her seat, drinking what I supposed was blood from a transparent glass. Her eyes change from red to grey then back. Maybe her own attempt to remind me who she was. An intimidation of sorts.

--- Into the Mirror With Principal Katie’s approval—and the school watching in silence—Anna, Logan, Mia, Ryan, Damon, and Naomi stepped toward the mirror. As they reached out, the surface rippled like water. Anna took a deep breath, then stepped forward. One by one, they followed. As the last of them entered, the mirror sealed shut. The Reflection Game had begun again. And this time, the price of failure was higher than ever. ---