Evil Mirrors Novels & Stories

I lived in poverty, and I was constantly on the run. I tried to prove who I was, but no one believed me. Everyone thought I was insane. I begged Sia desperately to switch us back. She pretended to agree, then lured me to the rooftop and shoved me from the 33rd floor. The last thing I saw before I hit the ground was her twisted expression, overflowing with ecstatic joy. "With your death, your identity will be mine alone!" she exclaimed. It was only then that I realized the censer Sia had bought online was a cursed relic. She lit the special incense and made her wishes to it. Over time, she was able to swap bodies with a chosen person and steal their identity.

Each step brought them closer to their ultimate goal, and the weight of their mission pressed upon them. As they ventured deeper into the den, the red light intensified, casting an eerie crimson glow on their faces. The air grew thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung in the atmosphere. Emilia's heart raced in her chest, a mixture of fear and excitement intertwining within her. She knew that their encounter with the devil would be a pivotal moment, one that would test their mettle and determine the fate of their friend, Violet. Finally, they reached a large chamber, bathed in an intense red radiance. In the center stood a towering figure, cloaked in darkness yet emanating a sin

They surged towards her, a tide of darkness threatening to engulf her whole. Liam stood before them, a twisted figure bathed in an unholy red light. A cruel smile played on his lips. "Welcome to the new Aethel, Evie," he declared, his voice dripping with a chilling promise. "And now, face the consequences of your actions." Evie stood alone, surrounded by the darkness she had unwittingly unleashed. Liam, her companion, her friend, was lost to it. The corrupted Wellspring's power pulsed with a terrifying intensity, its influence spreading outwards.

The car looked like many she had seen, and she was running away from it without stopping when suddenly, another vehicle joined the stalking, coming towards her from behind. The blonde had to brake, she had no escape. From the newly arrived vehicle descended a hooded guy with a bat in his hand, which he raised with both arms to make it fall hard on the taillights, splintering them and, once again, recharged the force to break any part of the bodywork. "Roll down the window! Roll down the window, or I'll break the glass in your face!" the guy demanded, who was frightening the blonde. The window slid down, revealing Elizabeth shaking. The guy tried not to show his astonishment at seeing her so

She even knew that the villagers would do anything for money. "Fredrick... Not all people are good. You see us Humans are creatures that are made of equal amounts of good and evil. sometimes Evil exceeds good and sometimes good exceeds Evil. At times we do evil for a good cause but... But there is none in this world who is completely pure. Neither you nor I... Nor the citizens of the Empire..." said Rubia I know that… Much more than you think I do Rubia... They arrive at Fredrick's palace opposite to which was a Palace built for Rubia by the Emperor when she was young. *

‘But…what are Mirror Devils? When she saw the confused looks on Darryl and the others’ faces, she bit her lips and continued, “Mirror Devils are unusual. They’re really evil and like to transform into stone steles. The surface of the stone steles will be as smooth as a mirror. Once someone approaches and looks into the mirror, the Mirror Devil will transform into that person. So, your sister and friend were ambushed by these Mirror Devils.” Quincy and the others looked at Darryl, feeling ashamed of themselves.

--- The Dark History The next day, Evelyn gathered the group to explain more about the Reflection Game’s history. “Centuries ago,” she began, “the Seven Immortals ruled the Realm of Mirrors, a place where reality and illusion intertwined. They were wise but wary of humanity’s greed. To protect their secrets, they forged the Reflection Game, binding it with their own power. Only those who could navigate its trials would gain access to their knowledge and artifacts.” Zara raised an eyebrow. “But if the Immortals were so powerful, why didn’t they just destroy the relics?” “They couldn’t,” Evelyn replied. “The relics were part of their essence. Destroying them would mean destroying themselves.”

The screams of Crescent wolves burning in their own homes. “You could have ended all of it sooner,” the reflection said. “You could have slit Chelsea’s throat the moment you suspected her. You could have burned Jack alive before he touched you. You could kill Vera right now and stop this game.” The Mirror throbbed with the reflection’s words, promising, tempting. Power radiated from it, a dark pulse in time with my own heartbeat. Vera laughed softly in the corner. “See? She knows. That vengeance burns in you, Evandra. Stop pretending you’re better than us. Stop pretending you’re weak. Take the Mirror. End them all. Even your so-called mates.”

They were breathing, but they weren't there. ​In the center of the circle, a pillar of violet smoke rose from a crack in the floor. From within the smoke, I heard the voices. ​“You failed her, Liam… You let her drown in the rain… You aren’t a King, you’re a coward…” ​It was a psychic loop, a Mirror of Malice designed to feed on their guilt until their hearts simply stopped beating. ​I ran to Liam, grabbing his face. His skin was ice-cold. "Liam! Look at me! It’s an illusion!"

This vile creature would not die so easily. The realization struck Ember like a lightning bolt—his influence extended even to the police. He possessed the ability to turn them against her, a terrifying prospect that filled her eyes with tears of fear. She glanced at Ivan's unconscious figure, his face distorted by pain and defeat. Then, amidst the echoes of his pleas and screams in her mind, a voice whispered, "You did great!" It was the voice of her self-respect, the voice of the woman within her who refused to be broken. The tears streaming down her face held a mix of emotions—fear, anger, but also a flicker of determination.