Evil Mirrors Novels & Stories

"Not through that door. That door only opens inward." Eva's hands were still trembling. She had held her mother. She had felt the warmth of her, the solidity, the mortal weight of a woman who had been dead and was somehow alive again, and then she had let her go. She had watched her walk into the fog. She had honored the choice. And now the silence was telling her that the choice had been a lie. "She found him," Eva said. It was not a question. "She found a version of him. The tempest holds many versions. The dark country is a hall of mirrors, and every mirror shows a different angle of the same prison."

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

And in his iron grip, struggling, eyes wide with terror… was the real Emma. “No…” I whispered, drawing back my hand from the ‘Emma’ before me, my voice barely audible, a profound sense of betrayal crushing me. “It can’t be.” The ‘Emma’ before me smiled, a slow, predatory shift. It wasn’t Emma’s smile. It was Evelyn’s. Bones cracked, flesh rippled. The soft, youthful features elongated, hardened. Hair darkened, eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction. The illusion melted away, revealing the familiar, chilling face of Evelyn. She stood before me, unmasked, her eyes burning with triumph.

Except that nothing about this felt like systems, it felt like a tomb or a memory. Alexander led her inside with slow, deliberate steps, scanning the walls with the trained alertness of someone who didn’t trust his own creation. And then, the mirror at the far end of the room flickered, not with light or electricity but with presence. The reflection changed subtly at first. Evelyn almost thought she imagined it. Her stance in the mirror looked too rigid. Her hair fell differently around her shoulders. Her expression was too sharp, like someone who had lived a thousand lives too quickly. Then, suddenly the reflection smiled, not the normal kind of smile but a knowing smile, a smile that curle

“At the very least, I need to study the code and turn it into a full-fledged intelligence. Imagine piloting your experimental core with Prometheus installed.” Eva immediately began to drool. She imagined the energies of a Promethean Merge, but combined with the absolute agility of her spherical core. “Yes, please,” was all she could say. “What the hell’s Prometheus,” asked Lucifer. “And why’re you two acting like it’s the best thing ever?” “Imagine flying Eris’ core,” Eva answered. “Okay.”

"Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!" My window suddenly breaks open and breeze blows in full force into my room,a shrill cry echoed in the mist and my hair stood on end,a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat.It was him.......He stood right at the corner of my room with a smirk on his whitish face with blood drooling down his mouth. "Come and join us".He said stretching out his hands toward me. I moved backw

Dante motioned for Caelum to stay behind and crept forward. The tunnel opened into a hall of mirrors. Dozens of them lined the walls, none casting a proper reflection. Instead, they shimmered with visions of Emilia—crying, bleeding, running. "Illusions," Caelum said quietly behind him. "Crafted to drain hope." Dante stepped forward. Every mirror he passed twisted Emilia’s image into something worse—her turning into a witch fully, her eyes glowing, her hands stained with blood. He growled, striking a mirror with his claw. It shattered, and with it, several others flickered and blinked out.

00:07:58:04 Aurex paled. “That wasn’t us.” The lights flickered. The simulation room darkened. And Ivy’s voice whispered from the speakers. “It’s not just me you have to kill.” “He made more of us.” The simulation tank begins to glow, showing four silhouettes standing in a perfect circle—mirror versions of Evryn, each scarred differently, each carrying a different truth. One of them opens her eyes—and they’re black.

Victor had insisted he watch—no words of explanation, only a command. Now he stood there, transfixed. Emilia convulsed again in the reflection. Her hands clutched at the wooden floor. Splinters bit into her skin, but she didn’t seem to notice. The bones of her fingers shifted beneath the surface—elongating, snapping, twisting. Julian's breath caught as her fingernails cracked and blackened, reshaping into claws. Victor exhaled, and the mirror fogged. Then it cleared. She rolled onto her back, chest heaving, eyes wide—eyes that burned gold in the dark. But it wasn’t the color that disturbed Julian.

Aradan crept on all fours like a bewildered beast, and he was blind and ill from the terror. As the blade was drawn, it sounded. 'Do what you want, evils; but if it's possible, I'll stop you.’ Said Charlotte. But a gigantic Lycan standing in the distance. “The evils will fade away, and people will be terrified to approach them. Evils are situations in your life that are incongruent. Afflictions that have followed you around like a shadow are known as evils. Anything that isn't part of your natural destiny is evil. Evil loads, demonic attachments, and superfluous luggage are all examples of evils…” she said as she rose.