Evil Mirrors Novels & Stories

“I gave them to you so you could see love. Not what Echo shows you. Not what the mirrors of glass and machine whisper. Real love.” He shuddered, his fingers gripping the wooden edge of her chair. “I don’t know what I see. Sometimes it’s fire. Sometimes it’s blood. Sometimes… it’s me, standing over bones.” Mira-Eve smiled, faint, unearthly. “That isn’t you. That’s what Echo wants you to believe. What you see isn’t what you are.” Her words slipped into him like balm over burns. He sat with her long into the night, her blind eyes teaching him more than any sighted gaze could.

~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — BLACK SUN // SAME TIME Echo stood before a mirror not made of glass—but of light and myth. It showed him timelines. Histories. Versions. One where he ruled the Umbra Syndicates. One where he burned the world to ash. One where he knelt beside Emilio and chose forgiveness. He stared at that last version the longest. Then turned away. “Not yet,” he whispered. And the mirror went dark. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE BLACK HOUSE Emilio stood alone in the courtyard. The night was dry. The stars hard and silent. He placed the list in his coat pocket.

I have to be ready. “First,” he continued, “you face the Mirror of Shadows.” A section of the wall shimmered, folding inward as though it were liquid glass. Eva felt a chill crawl over her spine as the surface rippled, and then a figure stepped through a perfect duplicate of herself. Same eyes, same posture, but the aura around it was dark, malignant, and pulsating with a cruel energy. The duplicate moved with fluid grace, and then it spoke, voice eerily like her own: “You think you are in control? You are nothing. You will never master what you are.”

For the first time in her life, she saw it for what it was: a web of power, glass and lies. And for the first time, she no longer wanted to be safe inside it. Outside, the storm began to fade. The first light of dawn edged over the horizon, pale and uncertain. Evelyn rose and looked at Lucas. “Then let’s break the mirror", she said with determination. He nodded once, a ghost of approval in his eyes. “Savage of you, Miss Vale.” “Gentleman of you, Mr. whatever-your-name-is.” For the first time in days, she saw him almost smile.

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.

He has always put me on a pedestal, and there is nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. And I am ashamed of myself as I realize this. I am ashamed of who I am, of what I can no longer give him. I reach down to pull down the zipper of my pencil skirt. I let it fall as my jacket slides down my legs, revealing the gold leather and chain harness I am wearing. A sort of disgruntled growl leaves Elio's lips, and he places his hands on the back of my thighs to pull me towards him. His fingers are only a few inches from my vagina, and I know he can feel the wetness coming off of it.

Pots and dishes shattered into pieces, and chairs and tables were overturned, leaving the place in complete disarray. Mayor Kingsley’s eyes were wide with anger, his voice full of menace. “Frank, you’d better give me an explanation. My son’s death won’t go unanswered!” Dad collapsed to his knees, trembling as he repeatedly bowed, his forehead quickly turning red and swollen. “Mayor Kingsley, it was that wretched Eve who caused all this. She’s already dead. I even fed her body to the pigs. Please, have mercy on me.” Mayor Kingsley sneered. “And you think that’s enough?”

Rather, its eyes glowed with malice as it emerged from the glass. "Who are you, exactly?" Iris's voice trembled as she whispered. The mirror's smile broadened as it cocked its head. "Of course, I am you. The aspect of you that you have been attempting to conceal. Iris staggered back, her heart pounding. The mirror moved forward, its movements forceful and fluid. With a voice full of hate, it questioned, "Are you ready to see the truth?" The Games of the Illusion As the packhouse surrounding them moved, the smile on the reflection persisted. Halls familiar halls labyrinths when walls were torn down and put back together. Iris was left alone with the phony version of herself as Aiden and Damon

Two World The world was divided into two it was the world of human and the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is the name given to the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is divided into four territories and these are, 'Vlademort' territory of vampires, 'Wulf Mensis' territory of wolves, 'Deitas' kingdom of gods and goddesses, Maguš territory of witches or wizards. And the last is Orphan this is the kingdom under the earth.

Camden asked. "The Evil Eye is a deadly curse, it's characterized by a pair of glowing purple eyes for the user, amd only the target can see these glowy eyes, it only takes a few seconds for the curse to set in. It's like a time bomb, the user can just choose whenever they want to finally kill their target. And when they do, the curse inside the target will attack every organ system in their body, the pain gets too much that the target doesn't feel anything anymore, but one thing that's sure about the Evil Eye is that, once it's in, it's sure to kill," Genevive replied. "We're up against real shit here," Camden stated.