Miraculous Reflekta Novels & Stories

No red eyes. Just silence. And in front of her A mirror. She stepped closer. Her reflection blinked independently. And smiled. Not kindly. “Integration is complete.” Ariella’s heart slammed. “You’re not me.” The reflection tilted its head. “I am the version that does not hesitate.” Behind the reflection, billions of stars ignited at once. “You can save them,” it whispered. “All of them.” Her breath trembled. “How?” The reflection’s smile widened. “By ending them.” Ariella gasped

Mirae stood frozen at the edge of the firelight, her reflection rippling in the dark water. “Do you hear that?” she whispered. “Hear what?” Eastin asked. “The voices.” Lira’s hand went to her weapon automatically. “There’s no one out there.” Mirae didn’t move. “You don’t hear them?” Her eyes looked wrong in the dim light — distant, glassy, almost glowing. The air around her shimmered faintly, heat without warmth. Lira stepped forward. “Mirae.” That snapped her out of it. She blinked hard, shaking her head like she’d surfaced from deep water. “Sorry. I just— thought I heard something.”

“Our magic, our thoughts—they’re no longer separate. We’re learning to live in one another’s reflections.” “Reflections can distort,” Mirra murmured. That simple statement struck Selene harder than she expected. The Fear of Becoming Later that night, when the others had gone, Selene stood alone by the window of her quarters. The moon hung high above the restored Veil, casting its fractured light through the glass. Her reflection stared back at her—a familiar face, yet not entirely her own. The silvery glow of her aura shimmered faintly green and blue around its edges, traces of earth and sea lingering in her light.

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

but before she could respond, a hand lifted calmly. Mira. “Professor,” Mira said gently, standing. “May I answer the question?” The professor smiled, pleased. “By all means. Finally, someone who values my lectures.” Scarlet’s fingers curled into fists under the desk. Mira straightened, confidence radiating from her like a slap. “Magical substances like enchanted crystals and refined stones can neutralize the effects of wolfbane when bonded properly to the bloodstream.” The professor clapped once. Then again. “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Well done, Mira.”

“hehe Who told you that I will be the real one Who will go to get inside If you don't want me to get inside then I will ask my reflection and since We are surrounded by a mirror I can make a lot of me using my mirror power” “Is that possible So if you already get inside how Would you know if Which of one is We are looking for?” I ask “Well I will figure it out once that I could get inside” “Do you agree” I sigh “Are you sure that you would never hurt” Lyca nod “okay” And with that Lyca lifted her hand. And one by one the mirror reflection of Lyca move on their own and then disappear inside of the mirror ________ Lyca" Every reflection of mine into the mirror was moving by my command. Each

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.' Sara 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.

Camille didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to return to her desk without collapsing to the ground or stumbling in her steps. When she reached her chair, she immediately sank into it, feeling the hot vestiges of anger running all over her skin. It was as though lava was overflowing through several parts of her body, not yet evaporating into thin air. ‘I need to calm down,’ she thought. When she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on her desk, she was almost startled at what she saw.

I had completely forgotten that I had it on last night, it was like, it wasn’t on me the whole time we were having fun. “It glowed. Lime. Like a greenish yellow with a tiny bit of orange.” For a second we were both quiet and I just stared at him. Then I burst out into fits and Hector gave me a confused look. It was not like the other confused looks that was always accompanied by a smile, this one was a serious confused look. I finally composed myself to look at him and say. “Impossible.” He shook his head negatively as if he knew I was not going to believe him. “My pendant only glows white or gray, it can never glow to any other color.”

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.