La Otra Mirada Novels & Stories

Lysandra, her gaze thoughtful, replied, "The answers you seek aren't just in the past but also in the choices you make now. To find the other half, you must first confront the shadows of doubt within." A mirror materialized before me, its surface murky. As I looked closer, my reflection began to shift, revealing another version of myself, one filled with uncertainty and fear. Confronting this inner turmoil was the next step in my journey, a test of my resolve and the depth of my love for Richard. Staring into the eyes of this alternate version of myself, a chill ran down my spine. This reflection echoed every doubt and every insecurity I had ever felt. "Why are you showing me this?" My voice

She reached a hand toward the mirror, Her reflection did not follow. She froze. Ethan swore harshly. “Olivia, move.” She tried. She couldn’t. Her reflection tilted its head, slowly, unnaturally. Her real head did not move. Ethan stepped in front of her, pulling her back. But the mirror didn’t show that movement. Instead, her reflection stepped forward on its own. And behind the reflection, another face formed. A woman’s. Dark hair. Hollow eyes. Soft smile.

“She’s dead.” Alternate Mira’s eyes widened. “That's why you were so surprised. I'm so sorry, Mira. I didn't know.” Mira didn't respond. Her eyes flickered as she remembered something. She turned promptly, searching for Lira beside her. When she found her, she shook off Luca’s hold and crossed to Lira. “This is Lira,” She said to Theresa. “She’s my mirror. She was stabbed by the shadows. Mira said you can help.”

He was once my rock, etched into my soul. A breeze lifted my bangs, revealing a scar on my eyebrow. Years back, when he was green, I'd tagged along to a session. A manic patient flipped, chucking a silver figurine at Mateo. I shoved him aside, but the sharp edge nicked my brow, nearly taking my eye. Mateo freaked, dragging me to get it patched up. When the bleeding stopped, he teared up. "You're nuts, almost losing your eye." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "One eye for your genius brain? Worth it."

Her mouth watered, her throat tightened, and before she could stop it, she was stumbling toward the bathroom, her hands shaking as she braced herself against the sink. The cold tile against her knees grounded her as she hunched over the toilet, her body heaving. Nothing came up, but the nausea clung to her, a heavy, relentless weight. She pressed her forehead against the cool porcelain, her breaths shallow and ragged. Her hands trembled as she splashed water on her face, the droplets clinging to her eyelashes. She caught her reflection in the mirror pale, almost ghostly, her brown eyes wide and glassy. She barely recognized herself. The woman staring back looked fragile, like she might shatt

It knew her name. And it knew she’d be back. The moment she stepped into the chamber, the mirror lit up. Its surface didn’t ripple. It shone. Silver and violet, with strands of gold threading through its center like veins in crystal. And there—waiting in the glass—was the other version of her. Not older this time. Not grieving. Just still. Alive in a way that didn’t require movement. Eyes that had seen lifetimes. A mouth that hadn’t forgotten how to be silent.

When the light clears from my eyes, I thought I would be in another memory but I found myself back in what I call The Other. Only this time, things were different…this time there was no darkness surrounding me. Instead, it was as if I was in a wall of one-way mirrors. And I am currently seeing Caterina curled up in bed, crying. “Why am I seeing this? It’s no memory of mine!” I call out, only to be ignored again. This isn’t the first time I am questioning the Goddess and her decisions, and I doubt this is the last time.

As they reached the final chamber, Ayla stopped. At its center stood a single mirror—taller than a man, its frame carved from moonstone. The surface rippled faintly, as if it were breathing. Her heart pounded. “This is it.” Kian stepped closer, his hand on his sword. “Careful. The Mirror doesn’t just show. It binds.” Ayla ignored him. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The surface rippled beneath her fingertips, cool and alive. For a heartbeat, she saw only her reflection. Then, slowly, another image formed—her face, but different. Darker eyes. A crescent mark glowing on her brow.

Gregory exclaimed the moment he saw me. I would blush if I'm still human because I can feel that my cheeks feel warmer. He's been so nice to me since I woke up. Now, his compliment makes me feel embarrassed. I didn't even see myself in the mirror yet. Maybe I should ask him. "Thanks. Where's the mirror? I don't see anything from the room." I asked. "We don't use mirrors because we can't see our reflection there anyway." Gregory laughed. Realization hits me and I just remember that vampires don't have a reflection from the mirror. It will be challenging to know how I look now since I can't see myself anymore.

It did not matter if he was cursing at them, but he was actually cursing at their boss. Sienna stopped them from taking action with just one look, then pointed at another door before she said to the professor, “Professor Lawrence, the Universal Atrium doesn’t only have a virtual world, we also have a mirror projection. I’ll do as you say if you still think that my shop is not worthy of this name after you watch this. How about that?” Professor Lawrence curled his lips in disdain. “What’s a mirror projection? It sounds fancy.” Sienna explained patiently, “You only need to provide a photo, and the person in the photo will appear before your eyes. This is a mirror projection.”