Broken Mirrors Book 소설 & 이야기

Growing. And I didn’t know how to stop it. --- I reached a broken temple deep in the woods. The walls were made of bones and bird skulls. A strange energy pulsed through the cracks. I entered slowly. Inside, there was a mirror. But it didn’t reflect me. Instead, it showed Rensin. Lying on the ground. Lifeless. Covered in blood. I ran to it. “No!” I shouted. “Please... don’t show me that!” The mirror shimmered. Rensin’s body faded, replaced by a new image.

He has made my child into a ceiling. I have to fight under it. So I burn small. Again. Stupid word. Nothing in this room stays small. The relic beyond the transparent wall flares through the glass. The silver webbing across my stomach lifts like wire under skin. The child wakes toward the fight with a violence that steals my breath. Heat slams down my arms. The Well mirror smiles without smiling. She takes the edge of my burn and turns it. The fighter mirror moves in the gap. I stop trying to outfight her.

"You smell like him." My heart stopped. The hounds are coming. I looked past Kael, past Ronan's brooding glare, past Zephyr's calculating silence—and I saw the shattered mirror. In the reflection, just for a split second, a pair of molten gold eyes blinked back at me from the darkness. I wasn't crazy. And my life was about to change forever. END OF CHAPTER 2

“You’re scaring me.” I pointed toward the mirror, my voice trembling. “She’s… she’s not me.” He followed my gaze, frowning. “There’s nothing there.” The reflection laughed silently, eyes glinting like liquid silver. Then, before my eyes, it reached out and pressed its palm against the inside of the glass. A faint shimmer spread outward like ripples on water. The mirror moved. A pulse of light burst through the room. I screamed as Damien grabbed me, pulling me away just as a crack sliced down the center of the glass. The sound of breaking was deafening.

“Esmerelda is not responsible for what happened to Melanie. Nor is she a police officer who is required to investigate what happened. She’s a guest in this house just like the rest of you. I would appreciate your consideration in this matter.” Ignoring the open glowering and snide remarks that were being whispered about me and my association with the very coveted Lance Northrup, I closed my eyes to see if I could get an impression from the house as to what happened. All I could get were the words, ‘The other side of the mirror.’ They made absolutely no sense to me, even though they sounded in my head over and over again. Frustrated and irritated, I walked to the far side of the room, a

Liam said firmly, dialing the number. But before he could press call, the lights flickered again once, twice, then held steady. Lola’s gaze snapped toward the fallen mirror. The shards no longer reflected sunlight. Instead, they shimmered faintly, like water catching light beneath the surface. “Liam…” she whispered. “It’s happening again.” He dropped the phone and rushed to her side, grabbing her hand. “Stay with me. Don’t look.” But she couldn’t help it. Her eyes locked on the largest shard, and in that fractured glass she saw movement.

He could also see that reflection from the full length mirror that stood in front of him against the wall. It was probably his third eye acting up again but what did this mean? His eyes, still fixated on the mirror, moved from the patch on the floor to the bed where he noticed something about the book. He stood up, approaching the mirror and that's when he saw it. The mirror gave a reflection of the book, showing it in reverse imaging thus Jake could see the pentacle in its upright position in the mirror. He turned away from the mirror to the book and grabbed it, slowly turning it the other way as the pentacle now appeared in its original position in the upright form.

It looked as though it were made of silver, but it was too dirty and tarnished to really see. Rori bit her lip as curiosity whispered in her ear, she found herself suddenly clutching part of the sheet and rubbing a clear spot in the center of the mirror. As she peered into the somewhat reflective surface, she was shocked to discover not her own reflection, but the smiling face of her forgotten best friend. Kristi’s piercing blue eyes were almost looking directly at Rori and the young girl gasped as she noticed more movement behind the dirty mirror. Rori feverishly scrubbed the surface clean, and as she dropped the now grimy sheet, she saw not just Kristi but Mason and Max. Rori didn’t recog

And then the bond burns. Not with his pain this time—but something else. Something vast and watching. I freeze. Slowly turn. A mirror stands at the end of the street. Except there’s no street. Just—black water where cobblestones should be, rippling without sound. And the mirror’s frame is made of bone. I take one step toward it—don’t even know why— —and the reflection moves before I do. It smiles. And I realize it’s not me. Not really. Come closer, it whispers.

“Give your blood to the mirror. Let the darkness turn to the light. Your heart will answer your question. But there is a price you have to pay if you fail. Your soul will be mine forever.” She immediately put the book on the table and took the paper-knife and cut her palm. It startled her as she dripped her blood onto the mirror. Every drop of her blood gets absorbed into the mirror and turns it clear. She then held the book in her hands. She couldn’t blink with her eyes wide open as she looked into the mirror. She saw a naked girl smiling at her and her face was just like hers. “Her heart is as beautiful as her face. The book has got what it wants. She has broken the seal. We are all free n