Romans & histoires Broken Mirrors Book

Her hands slowly cover her mouth, finding herself taking a few steps back. The mirrors placed inside the punishment room had been there for as long as she could remember. It was older than her, older than her professor, and older than her professor’s professor. It was so old that even though it had fallen off the hooks it was placed on, it wouldn’t break. And yet, almost every mirror that was within Amara’s reach had cracks on them. The mirrors inside were made of strong metal, but she could see indentations on its casing. It looked like strong nails were run through it, making it look like Amara had scratched on the doors, trying to get out.

The cinnabar and the yellow paper fell everywhere. He felt the blood vigour stirring in his chest. He could no longer hold the blood and puked it out. The puked blood splashed on the mirror falling aside. A strange scene was happening. The blood on the mirror was absorbed immediately, without any trace left. Later, the grey and ordinary mirror changed drastically. It had grown twice bigger, with one side black and one side red. The handle below became golden. It shone brightly. --------------- We have opened a discussion post on Facebook Group about this book , and you can post anything you want to say about this story, and we will invite the original author to unpuzzle all your questions. T

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

After Miriam leaves, Jessa makes a call. ' hey mate, let the game start!' Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

“Every time I fuck you. Every time you come for me. You’re going to feel what you did.” He flipped us suddenly, pinning me beneath him. His thrusts became deeper, more punishing, but his eyes stayed locked on mine. There was unexpected tenderness in the way he brushed hair from my sweaty forehead. “Does it feel good, knowing you’re fixing what you broke?” he asked between thrusts. “Yes,” I sobbed, legs wrapping around his waist. “No. I don’t know anymore. I hate it. I need it. I need you.” The memories kept coming in flashes as he drove into me. Lab lights. Screaming subjects. My own voice, cold and clinical. Each memory unlocked by another devastating stroke of his cock.

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

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.

Arc II – The Curse Rewrites Itself Chapter 7: The Curse That Loved The mirrors began breathing. That was the first sign. Every pane of glass in the manor fogged and cleared in rhythm — as if the house itself had lungs. Every heartbeat echoed twice: once from Mira’s chest, and once from somewhere deep within the walls. And sometimes, when Adrian spoke her name, it whispered back. --- At first, Mira tried to joke her way through it. “Okay,” she said one morning as the mirror by the door sighed, “either I need more sleep, or our décor has developed abandonment issues.”

He was looking for an owner for the bronze mirror. "You're very thoughtful, sir." Sebastian bowed to him very politely. Archibald nodded slightly and gave Sebastian an ancient book. He said, "This is a book about how to use this bronze mirror. It's a pity that I wasn't able to truly perceive its meaning, even though I've been studying it for most of my life." Sebastian took the ancient book that he handed him, and he saw that it was hand-copied. The words "The Mirror of Rain" were written on it.