Novel & Cerita Hermione Mirror

Inside it, I had added a location potion, a tiny piece of Mira’s dress stolen from the room where she had been held captive in Eradrakor, and a few precious mermaid tears. I took a dagger and sliced my palm, letting a few drops of blood fall into the bowl, then smiled, heart pounding with anticipation. “Time to get to the bottom of this,” I muttered, placing my palms on the crystal ball. Soon, it would reveal the face of the one I searched for. I closed my eyes and chanted, “Cum omni necessitate potestateque Hecates, appareas ille, potens et antiquus, quem voco.” Warmth seeped under my palms. I repeated the spell louder, “Cum omni necessitate potestateque Hecates, appareas ille, potens et an

I knew the place well—there was a window on the side, half-covered in ivy, slightly cracked from years of neglect. I crouched beneath it, heart pounding and breath shallow. Inside, the woman was speaking. Her voice was lower now—harder, stripped of its weird honeyed tone she used on me earlier. “She’s getting closer,” she said. “She found something. It’s not time yet, but we may need to adjust.” There was a pause. Then the faint shimmer of magic. That was when I realized what it was. She was making use of a communication mirror. It was a witch artifact that was banned here in our land.

She whispered to herself, “The Reflection Game must remain hidden... at all costs.” --- Behind the Scenes Meanwhile, in the Crescent, Headmistress Selene sat in her dimly lit office, a smirk playing on her lips as she examined an enchanted mirror. “The Sanctum thinks they can protect their secrets,” she murmured, tracing the mirror’s edge. “But secrets have a way of unraveling, especially when the game has already begun.” *********************

THE MIRROR IS A GATE The Luna’s Warning Fresh Meadows Royal Wing—Luna’s Chambers Blythe (in a hushed voice, gripping Ceres’s wrist): “Whatever that prince gave you… keep it close, but don’t let it bite too deep. And Ceres… the mirror in your chamber. It doesn’t just reflect. It remembers.” Ceres (narrowing her eyes): “What are you talking about? You warned me about Prince Aldren; now it’s the furniture too?”

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

She just left a letter telling him not to worry, she will come back before sunset, otherwise, he will freak out. It took her a while just to get herself outside. The palace was so big that she can't even find the exit. She can't remember how many doors she has opened thinking it will lead her in the right direction. Ugh! I don't want to live in such a big place like this. Everything is just inaccessible. It was a perfect day with perfect weather. This place never fails to amaze her. It was very magical especially with those huge and small mushrooms that loom during the night. Different tube of crystals sticks everywhere and those fireflies-

The door was shut, no one was there, so WHO-- The bright colors of paint seemed to glow in the dark, and Ben found himself staring directly at the vanity. The yellow and bleak shadows of his garage, reflected back at him from the mirror like an eerie memoire of his world. The little hearts drawn on the glass, little comfort when his focus zeroed in even further on the mirror. Yellow lights, the sway of shadows. And Ben watched in horror as the lights melded into a firm set of bright gold eyes. Slits, the pupils, staring directly at him as Ben froze in place.

I know that I am not supposed to let her talk to me like that, but Mira's life is in her hands. If her talking to me like that means that she can help her, then I will take it. I moved outside quickly and waited for her to be through. Eventually, she came outside. "You can come in now; she is feeling better; she will be awake soon." I followed her, like a dumb wolf inside. She was so fragile lying there. Her face was pale, and her lips were purple. "It is the effect of the potion I gave her." "It should be wearing off soon, she said to me, as if she could read my mind.

~ Lucien ~ I never let my guard down. Never. But unfortunately, I did not expect Ira to pull off a stunt like earlier. It was unfortunate I didn’t see the mirror behind them. Guess I was too attentive to Nicolette’s wellbeing. But hell, Ira actually had a twin mirror, like the one safely secured in my second penthouse suite. It damn had the same swirling Zaxonian silver in it, had the same magical properties I recognized as from an Arryahn’s. It even had the same carved frame, which should have sent warning signals in my brain.