La Otra Mirada Novels & Stories

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."

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.

he commanded in a husky and thick tone. I found myself entranced as he made me look into the mirror, our eyes locking in a mesmerizing gaze. I was captivated by his intense stare, and it felt like he could see right through me. My hands remained locked behind his head as if held by an invisible force, and I couldn't bring myself to look away or move them back to my lap. The mirror seemed to amplify the connection between us, reflecting our intense gazes and the unspoken emotions that swirled between us. It was as if I could see deeper into his soul, and in that moment, I felt a sense of familiarity and closeness.

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot t

After cleaning the broken tray, Mira excused herself earlier than normal. And the moment she stepped outside the chamber doors— She stopped breathing steadily. Her hands trembled violently. No. She knew what she saw. Twice. Not imagination. Not exhaustion. Something inside that mirror had looked back at her. And smiled. --- That night— Mira avoided mirrors completely. But sleep never came. Because every time she closed her eyes— She saw Elian’s reflection whispering silently through the glass. And somehow— Deep down— She felt certain of one terrifying thing. It knew she noticed it.

She looked confused, so I spelled it out for her, "Humans know how to put on an act, and sometimes they're even better at being beasts than the beasts themselves." After I went inside, Nancy did not leave. She stood frozen, like a puppet without a soul, her face as white as the snow around us. Our eyes met through the glass, and it was like I was back on New Year's Eve. I was shivering in the cold snow, and she was cozy inside a warm room, looking down at me with a mix of scorn and pity. I ignored the pain in her eyes and quickly closed the curtains. I could not look at her anymore.

The door slammed shut behind them. Silence. Elena bent over, trying to catch her breath. “We lost them.” “For now,” Adrian said. She looked around. The room was enormous. Mirrors covered every wall. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Each one showed a different image. Elena looked at the nearest mirror. She saw herself as a child. Another showed her mother. Another showed Adrian. Another showed Aria. Then one mirror caught her attention. It showed the woman from the vision. The first vessel.