La Otra Mirada Novels & Stories

His damp bangs clung to his forehead, and the sunlight streaming through the window caught his freshly washed hair, making it gleam like polished gold. At that moment, I suddenly realized that Theo would make a good partner.

“Get away from me!” Ross shoved her away in a fit of anger. The force of it left Laurel stunned. He had never treated her this way. “Ross, what’s going on?” In the next moment, Laurel's eyes caught sight of the other documents in the envelope. The most striking part was the photos of her with various men. There were also medical reports and chat logs where she had conspired with her business partners. Laurel’s mind went blank after she saw all this.

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

The tether vibrated, the pull becoming undeniable, as if the mirror-self on the other side was calling to her. And then, she appeared. Her other self—identical in every way, except for the coldness in her eyes. There was no violence, no anger, only calm. Calm and patience, as if she had been waiting for Caitlyn all along. “I am the piece you left behind,” the mirror-Caitlyn said, her voice Caitlyn’s own, but distant, cold. “I am what sacrifice cost you. I am what love tried to forget.” Raymond’s instinct was to lunge, to protect Caitlyn from this thing—this mirror of her. His hands balled into fists as his muscles tensed, preparing for a fight. But Caitlyn raised her hand, stopping him with

“But the third… it opens in your world.” “Why?” “Because you kept dreaming,” she said, eyes gleaming. “And it feeds on dreams.” Liora stared at the mirror, the reflections growing wilder, A heartbeat. A laugh. A scream, And then a hand From inside the mirror Reaching through, Clawing toward her. She flung it across the room, The glass shattered, But the echo remained. The Other Queen turned, already fading. “I can’t stay,” she said. “Your flame rejects mine.”

The mirrors whispered in unison, with hundreds of voices of Camela blending together: “Yours…yours…nothing was yours…” Vincent screamed in fury, attacking the glass. Shards fell like rain, cutting into his skin. But behind each broken mirror, another reflection stood waiting. From all the reflections, Camela’s sorrowful voice rose in sync: “Then why didn’t you kill me?” One mirror near the center began to glow more brightly than the others. Inside it stood Camela, dressed in her wedding gown looking tattered and stained with blood, her scar glowing faintly white on her chest.

It was beautiful watching someone try so hard when the outcome had already been decided. “She’s stronger than most of them,” came a voice behind me. I didn’t look away from the mirror. “That’s what makes her perfect.” Salvador, my most trusted second, stepped closer. He stood at the edge of the mirror’s shadow, with his hands clasped behind his back as always . “Her wolf still hasn’t surfaced,” he said. “Should we be concerned?” I smiled slightly. “Not at all. It’s coming, her silence is part of the process. When it returns, it will return at full force. I want it to. I want her at her strongest, then we’ll be together forever.”

Not just a twin. Me. I do not flinch. I do not move. But inside, my mind races. What is this? A trick? A test? A setup? I slowly raise my gun, my finger hovering over the trigger. "On your knees," I order, my voice calm but firm. The other me does not move. Our eyes lock, and in them, I see something strange. Something too familiar. For the first time in a long time, I do not know what comes next.

It had not been there yesterday. "This mirror was never here before," Nyra breathed, stepping forward on unsteady feet. Selene’s hand closed around her arm. "It reflects… something else." Ryker chuckled, but it was hollow. "Looks like trouble." Kaelan’s amber eyes narrowed. "It pulses with void magic." At her command, guards formed a cautious circle, yet none dared touch the frame. The mirror’s surface shimmered, and Nyra’s reflection blurred. For a heartbeat, she saw herself, only her eyes burned silver, her lips curled in cruelty.

“It shows my reflection… but the eyes are wrong. Blue. Ice blue. And when I flip it over, it says, ‘Nothing is what it seems to be.’” That gets their attention. Even Parker stops rocking his chair. “Magic?” Sonia asks. “Very old magic,” I say, my voice low. “I thought… maybe you should see it too.” I lift the mirror carefully and angle it toward Sonia first. The silver catches the candlelight, glinting faintly. “Here.” She leans forward, brushing her hair away from her face, and peers into it. Her brow furrows. “I don’t see anything.” I blink. “What do you mean?”