Haachama Face Reflection Novels & Stories

My eyes, my bone structure, the sharp line of my jaw, the small scar above my left brow from a fall when I was seven that I'd cried about for an hour and my father had laughed about for a year. *What—* I raised my hand slowly. The reflection didn't follow. It just looked at me. Perfectly still. Wearing an expression I had never once seen on my own face — something cold and patient and so deeply ancient that looking at it made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up. "What are you," I whispered. The reflection smiled. It was not my smile. It was not anything I had ever done with my face. It was the smile of something that had been waiting for a very long time and had just been told

She pointed out to the gate, but it was still closed and white smoke coming out from it. ALkhun looked back at Amari and the White melting Face of Amari. Dripping red and black blood joined together dropped from his face. It smiled, "You...haaAavvEee.. too.. get...up.."

She remembered Rule #5 clearly: "Do not look into a tank that has no fish!" But it was too late. Fah had already looked into the empty tank. She froze as if in a trance. Suddenly, the murky green light from the empty tank shone brightly! The light shot directly into Fah's eyes, as if to absorb her into the tank's darkness. And then, something more terrifying happened! A reflection of Fah appeared on the empty water's surface, but the reflection was not still like a mirror. It moved freely and had a distorted face. The eyes of the reflection were pitch black, and it was letting out a chilling and terrifying laugh!

Camila My reflection looks nothing like me. Yes, it’s my face with the right color eyes, the familiar cupid’s bow mouth, but that’s where it ends. The woman staring at me in the mirror, with her hair wound up in an elegant braid with white flowers woven through and sparse rouge on her cheeks, is a stranger.

Stripped of my title or not, I was still genetically an alpha and some inherent traits will always remain in me and I had been wandering for barely a day, barely eighteen hours, so I couldn't be worse off. Yet here I was proving myself wrong. My reflection was. Even a shadow of myself will beat this version in the reflection anyday. I blinked gently, then forcefully. This couldn't be me right? Was I hallucinating? I blinked again, even more forcefully but the face didn't change. It just stared back. Biting my lips too hard, I saw the reflection do the same. An idea popped into my head and instantly, I scooped some water in my palms and washed my face. I repeated it three times, washing my fa

My thoughts felt sharper, clearer, as though someone had wiped a smear off the inside of my skull. A figure emerged from the glow. Not the faceless one from the platform. This one was smaller. More defined. Its outline surged between human and not-human so rapidly it made my eyes ache. And then its shape settled. Into mine. It was me, a perfect reflection standing inches away, watching me with eyes that glowed like molten glass. My breath hitched “What… what are you?” My reflection tilted its head, mirroring the faceless figure’s gesture with unsettling precision.

Yet, in that brief moment when she turned away, she accidentally glimpsed the reflection in a puddle at her feet. In the water’s surface, she saw that terrifying face she had never forgotten. The familiar face, with deep-set eyes, pale skin, and the corner of the mouth split into a grin that seemed to symbolize death. Her heart immediately seized with fear. She realized that this was the face revealed after her master’s Bone Transformation, and she had never expected it to be almost identical to the one she had seen before.

Bit by bit, she managed to drink a few sips. After she felt enough, she stopped and looked carefully at the puddle. She noticed her reflection. It was as if someone had pricked her heart when she saw how old and scary she looked now. Her nose became bigger and crooked. Large and small warts appeared on her face. Her long white hair looked messy and unkempt. Dirty and scary. She almost didn't recognize herself. Mira sighed once again and averted her gaze from anything that could reflect her face. She shouldn't look this old. She would look the same as Myrna if she didn't practice that dark and forbidden magic.

Ama wandered through the silent streets. A strange feeling settled over her. Not loneliness. Expectation. As though the city was waiting. In the center stood a massive circular plaza. At its heart rose a single monument. Not a statue. A mirror. Twenty feet tall. Framed in living vines. Its surface shimmered like liquid glass. Ama stepped closer. This time, her reflection did not appear. Instead... Countless faces emerged. Men. Women. Children. Old. Young. All smiling gently. Then, one by one...

“Fine. I’ll face it.” I stepped closer to the mirror. At first, my reflection looked normal my face, my eyes, my body. But then the surface rippled again, and the reflection changed. It wasn’t me. It was my pasts. Her face. Her eyes. Her smile. I froze, my chest tight. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not possible.” The reflection spoke, her voice soft but sharp. “Hello, Adolfa.” I shook my head. “You’re not real”