Miraculous Reflekta Novels & Stories

The door opened and revealed a big circular area with a mirror as its floor. A large crystal was at the center of the room, it was transparent but it refracted the light that passed through it. "The formation will scan your sea of consciousness, don't oppose it or the test won't be accurate. Now sit and stare at your reflections on the floor, I will activate the inscriptions." Megan moved toward the crystal and took out a shining gem. 'That should be worth one hundred Credits.' Lucinda judged before she sat and stared at her reflection. Her skin was smooth and slightly pale, her eyebrows were thin and her eyes were bright.

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.

Because for him, it has. “Prepare them,” he says casually. The guards move instantly. Not rushing. Not hesitating. Obedient. A massive object is brought into the chamber. It takes several warriors to carry it—an obsidian mirror framed in jagged stone that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. The surface ripples faintly, as if something beneath it is aware of being used. A communication relic. Old. Unstable. Powerful. It is set upright before Malrik. He steps in front of it, adjusting nothing, waiting for nothing. The mirror responds immediately to his presence, dark energy curling across its surface like smoke trapped behind glass.

The last one… was Elara. Mira stepped forward, and the reflection moved with her. “You’re not me,” she said. The Elara-mirror smirked. “No. I’m what’s left of who you tried to bury.” Mira clenched her fists. “I buried her for a reason.” “She’s not gone,” the reflection said. “You absorbed her. You wear her bones.” Suddenly, the mirror cracked—from the inside. Black static spilled out. And Mira woke up screaming. Carl was at her side in seconds. “What is it?”

Anna’s breath came in shallow gasps as the light slowly dimmed, revealing their surroundings. They stood in a vast, circular chamber unlike anything she had seen before. The Heart of Reflections was a masterpiece of shimmering beauty and menacing energyTowering mirrors lined the walls, each glowing faintly and displaying fragments of countless worlds. The floor beneath their feet sparkled like polished obsidian, etched with glowing runes that pulsed softly, as if alive. But the most striking feature was the massive mirror at the center of the room. It was the largest they had encountered, its surface impossibly smooth and radiating an ominous golden light. The air around it crackled with ene

he spoke slowly, giving her the opportunity to ask a few questions. Toward the end, she remembered something and asked Hanley, "Today, Mr. Franklyn mentioned that Solaris is preparing for a major tender. Isn't Burning Star Studio going to participate?" "Of course we will participate. Ryan is already preparing the documents. We’re just waiting for the finalization of the project on Blue Artifact."

The reflection was getting distorted, the unbroken parts were beginning to look broken too. Mira’s body in the reflection flickered once, a second time… and then, it vanished entirely. The rest followed. “No…” Alexa hissed. “This can't be happening.” But it was definitely happening. That wasn't even all of it. Her legs were trembling slightly so she put one leg forward to steady herself, but the moment she did, the orb cracked with a deafening sound. She halted abruptly. Another crack and the pieces of the object fell apart completely, like the sharpest sword had struck it.

Lira (POV) The Mirror Witch wasn’t a person. Not exactly. She was a vessel. A reflection turned inward until it grew teeth. They said she remembered the truth of every spiral ever carved—what it took, what it broke, what it left behind. Not memory like people carry. Memory like stone does—scar-deep, silent, unyielding. Kael once called her a “Reckoner.” Said she didn’t judge, didn’t forgive—just showed you what you already were, and made you name it.

On the rear wall, a leaf creature scurried over the tiles and slid down the shower curtain, causing Aislen to jerk around, her reflection turning in the opposite way so that when she turned back, her reflection turned to face her from the wrong direction. “No, you don’t,” Aislen told her reflection. “Behave. Energy flows where attention goes, reflect the energy high and lows, protect me now until it’s done, mirror their hate and make them run,” she placed her palm to the glass as she chanted and saw the drag as the reflection fought against the spell. When her reflections’ palm met her own, she nodded satisfied. “That’s right, behave yourself.”

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.