Novel & Cerita In Every Mirror She's Black

Time To Own It As she gazes into the mirror, a wave of disappointment washes over her. The reflection staring back reveals dark circles beneath her eyes, remnants of restless nights haunted by a whirlwind of unsettling images and frantic thoughts that thumped like a wild drum in her chest. With a determined sigh, she splashes cool water on her face, feeling the refreshing droplets cascade down her skin.

Her reflection glared back at her from the black mirror of her phone screen, eyes dark with venomous resolve. “…then neither will you.”

When sleep finally took her, it arrived like falling through thawing ice. She stood in a hall of mirrors made of soot and light. Each surface held a different sky: storm-split; dawn-pale; the black disc of the moon swallowing its own rim. Her reflection wandered in a dozen directions she hadn’t chosen, some crowned, some bloodied, some burning and smiling as if fire were a secret.

The dress was a weapon. Mira stood in front of the full-length mirror in her guest room, staring at her reflection like she didn't quite recognize it. The gown was black—of course it was black—silk that spilled over her body like liquid shadow, low in the back, higher than she'd like in the front, slit up the thigh that made her feel both powerful and terrified. Simone had delivered it that morning along with a team of stylists who'd descended upon Mira like a small, glittering army. Her hair had been twisted into an elegant knot, her makeup done in shades of smoke and rose, and the black diamond on her finger caught the light with every small movement.

—I'm counting on you, I reply softly. The trap is no longer golden. It has become a mirror. She watches herself fall, and she loves the spectacle. The fall will be all the more painful. For both of us.

Viva had looked for one since the earlier meeting and when she saw one it was with an ugly wizard. She didn't get the mirror easily she had to give up something to get the mirror, as the wizard said that no one practicing black magic, did a favor for free. When she asked the old wizard what she would do in return, he looked at her boobs. In the whole of Viva’s life, she had never been humiliated.

The chants, the thunder and lightning, the pain everywhere were quiet. I breathe out heavily, feeling dehydrated. My blurry eyes looked up at Alma and she walked closer to me, but she wasn’t looking at me. Instead, she was looking up; her smile wide like she won a lottery. I looked up shakily, and it surprised me to see an enormous mirror. The mirror sparkled slightly, then a black beam surrounded it. The beam twirls around the mirror violently, then I watch as a body shoots out from the mirror. I followed the body, and the back was turned against me. Her black, slick hair reached her lower back. She is wearing a hideous gown with a puffy down but slim waist. I can’t even describe the gown b

Lifting my face up, I stop. It was probably since I was so used to ignoring it back at the academe and the palace that I didn’t even notice it right now, even if it was still right in front of me. Just by the sink, where I combed my hair, and brushed my teeth, was a mirror. A big shiny mirror that showed even the smallest of pores of my face. Blinking, I saw the girl on the mirror blink too. Her hair was black, her eyes golden, bags under her eyes, skin tan and yellowish.

Mira pressed her palms against her ears as she groaned, “Shut up!” She fell on her knees as her eyes turned blood red. Countless black figures with red eyes were standing around her, corrupting her with malicious thoughts. She gathered her camera as she laughed again. She felt pathetic. Mira forced herself to stand even though the black figures held her down as if they weren’t willing to let her go. “Mira!” Clavier shouted as he ran towards her.

The dream began in silence. No sound, no breath, just a slow turn of air that shimmered like glass. Evelyn stood barefoot in a hall of mirrors, each pane showing a version of herself—one asleep, one burning, one staring back with silver in her eyes. Somewhere far off, a door closed. She moved closer to the nearest reflection. Her mirrored self smiled. You’re late, it mouthed. The glass rippled, and her hand passed through it.