Evil Mirrors Novels & Stories

“We have the Mirror of Fede—a relic that reflects true intent.” Inside, they found the mirror—a tall, obsidian-framed glass, surface rippling like water. Bianca explained: “Valeria’s Hollow lies deep in deceit. This mirror will reveal her hidden wards, let you unweave them.” Elias stepped forward. Whispering the Rite of Clear Sight, he touched the glass. His eyes glowed silver as the mirror revealed fractals of Hollow glyphs pulsating across Milan’s rooftops—markers of cult enclaves. Vulture grinned. “Now we know where to strike.”

He pulled himself together, and it’s like awakening from a shallow nap. “The pigeon is right, the mirrors here are nothing ordinary,” Cara said. “The thing is evil. It could control your mind.” “And look what happened to the others.” She points to the rest of them. They are still enchanted by what they are seeing in the mirror. “Cara, don’t come close to it. The thing is dangerous,” Van warned when Cara approach the trick mirror that shows his idealized self. Will the mirror shows what Cara wants to become? Yet the mirror only shows Cara’s blurred reflection before going blank.

She stares at the mirror for a minute and says, “I am Elena…I am feared and powerful!...I am evil! And I will kill and destroy anyone who comes in my way!” Elena gets really shocked as she sees her reflection taking back at her. “That's right Elena…we are strong and most important evil. Join me…join us! We shall revoke the whole kingdom and it will be ours! hahahahaha! What do you say Elena?” He reflection said smiling more maliciously. “No no no; “Yes Elena…join me…don't fight it…what are you waiting for?!...No no no…Why are you so stubborn! Join me! join me!; Ahhhhhh!” Elena screams pushing down the mirror as it shattered into pieces.

The smell of rotting flesh and vomit welled up as a dark figure began to climb up over the two females. Isabella shut her eyes a moment as light surrounded her protecting her at the same time. She saw a vision of an ancient forgotten race of men who were much taller and very evil. They had reddish hair and long skulls. Their eyes were dark and filled with malice. All at once she understood everything they had done and who they were today. The knowledge that was hidden on purpose by them flooded into Isabella all at once from deep within her mind. She opened her eyes. “So, you chose the smallest and weakest among us as your prey. You raped them. You killed them. You ate them. You are filth. Y

One by one, they attacked, their whispers turning into screams. And yet, through it all, Evelyn held her ground. She forced the shadows to obey, bending them, shaping them, turning fear into weaponry. A sudden surge of energy shot through her, and the mirrors shattered, fragments of glass raining down like crystal rain, each shard carrying a flicker of her conquered fear.

I know Evie means well and I'm sure Benjamin will be able to provide us with a means to blackmail Dante. But regardless of all that, I want to see Blake again before I walk the valley of death. The valley of death is where I protect Blake and am as exposed as I can be. It's where I am naked and nothing. It's where the ugliness of my shame destroys my soul which I can no longer protect. It's where I am both predator or prey depending on whose asking. It's the place I fear most at night when the lights go out.

She safely escorted Lilian to the closet and closed the door while fighting with the assassins who were sent here to kill their madam. Actually Evan long knew about the plan of the Vordamorte family, it’s just he just wanted to kill all of the moles at once. However, he never thought of them to be this powerful. Those old bastards of his clan betrayed him badly. That's why he has to face that big team of elites of the Vordamorte family with his handful of soldiers or that’s what is known by those oldies. He purposely pretended to be smitten with Lilian to let them know she is no one special to him. It’s just another fling just like countless time he had a woman and killed them after he was

he whispered, pain clear in his voice. Damien clenched his fists, his jaw tight. Whatever he was seeing, it was breaking him. Eve herself was trapped in a vision. The red-eyed woman loomed over her mother, a cruel smile on her lips. “You cannot save her,” the woman whispered. “You were never meant to.” No. Eve clenched her fists, refusing to let the shadows consume her. This was an illusion. A trick. With sheer will, she reached deep within herself, summoning a power she hadn’t known existed. A pulse of light exploded from her, shattering the illusions.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Her palm. Time didn’t move here. She walked for a long time. The path became a narrow spiral staircase made of stone. It felt strange under her feet. At the bottom of the stairs, she found a room. In the middle of the room was a mirror. There was no frame or stand for it. The mirror floated above a silver platform. Its surface moved like water. Suddenly, a voice filled the room. “To take the Eye of Valkir, you must give your reflection.” Aelin frowned. “What does that mean?”