Doubletake Adventure Mirror の小説・ストーリー

she said to the air that carried the voice, and it went very still for a beat. “You see me,” the voice said, not wearing me for that syllable. “I’ve always seen you,” she said. “That’s why you keep trying to break the mirror.” The laughter that came wasn’t mine or Kane’s. It had my rhythm and his pitch. A chord built of theft. Hacker’s shout bled through the speaker like water under a door. “Cut power to Sublevel B! Now!” The lights died. The emergency halo painted the mirror cell in red. In the dark, the reflection shifted again, lagging behind us, almost catching up, never quite there.

As they shut behind me, the muffled sounds of the guards hauling him away echoed faintly. Then, out of nowhere, a shout pierced the air. "Good heavens! There's been an accident! Iris got slashed with a dagger laced with some kind of silver toxin!" I did not look back. My steps did not falter. I was on my way to a new chapter, a life filled with promise and joy.

Then, she unsheathed it and stretched it to my face. “We're two halves of the same blade, Mira." She said, “I'm the blade, you're the handle. Together, we cut.” I stared at the knife for what felt like forever, not even realizing that I was holding my breath. “That’s… a lot.” I mumbled, breathlessly. She giggled. “It is, and we’re not even at the fun part yet.” I blinked. “That wasn’t the fun part?” She pushed herself up to stand and extended a hand. “Let’s begin. You’re going to try something called a ‘mirror-veil step.’ It’s how you bend light and time together. Travel in the blink of thought.”

The wolves exchanged uneasy glances, then followed. At the far end, the great mirror—the one that had hung above the council dais for generations—had cracked down the center. Its surface shimmered faintly, catching reflections that didn’t belong. In it, Kaelen’s image wavered and multiplied, shifting in and out of focus. He reached out, fingertips brushing the cold glass. The reflection flinched back—then steadied, staring at him with eyes that glowed faintly silver. Mireya swore under her breath. “Kaelen—”

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.

“I will definitely return home safely, and that chipset will be in my hands.” He walked towards the mirror and looked at his reflection. His clothes were perfect. The black jacket he was wearing also effectively concealed the bulletproof vest and weapons inside it. Suddenly, a notification sounded on his gadget. Ivo immediately looked at his gadget, and from one of the CCTV cameras he had hacked, he saw Robert walking towards the abandoned port. This meant that the mad scientist was about to begin his transaction. “Alright, let's complete this mission well, Ivo.” He muttered to himself after making sure everything was perfect. Then he stepped out of the hotel and immediately left to complete

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

In the quietude of his room, with the soft hum of the night outside, Asher lay there, his tired body seeking reprieve, while his restless mind continued to navigate the labyrinth of emotions that Ezra's presence had stirred within him. On the other side of the night, in the quiet solitude of her room, Ezra sat in front of her mirror, eyes fixed on her reflection. Droplets of water trickled down from her long hair, evidence of the refreshing shower she had just taken. As she stared into her own eyes, a flood of memories from the reunion surged through her.

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

She became quiet and gradually reached her own reflection in the mirror. “Are you dead, Atasha?” “Ahhhh!!!!” When Atasha heard it, she screamed and grabbed her hair and tried to remove what she was hearing. The people outside were more and more confused. “Hurry the fvck up!” Kent shouted. Atasha looked at the mirror again and immediately punched it, breaking it. Everyone outside was surprised and even the twins screamed. “Mommy!!” “Sha-sha!!” “I said I do not want so, shut up!” Atasha acted quickly and wanting to get rid of what she was hearing in her mind. She immediately hit her own forehead on the mirror that she punched. “Stop!” she shouted again.