Novel & Cerita Mirar After Everything

Miranda took Soraia's hands somewhat brusquely and led her, suspiciously, to the mirror-why is that? -Don't you want me to prove what I said? Soraia nodded, though she didn't know how Miranda would do it. -Then Miranda placed her hands on top of Soraia's and, out of nowhere, a mist began to appear inside the mirror and between them scenes began to be mixed, like on a television with a bad picture. The first one was the day Julio Cesar found Miranda in her house with a lot of death and fire, then the other images showed both of them and the small group of vampires killing people and, everything seemed normal and pleasant to them judging by their smiling faces amidst the blood and death.

Luna walked forward, her small hand reaching for the crystal. The moment she touched it, everything changed. The mirrors showed visions—possible futures, probable pasts, hidden truths. I saw myself dying in childbirth, Luna never born. I saw Dante rejecting me permanently, our bond severed forever. I saw the pack destroyed, wolves scattered, everything we'd built in ashes. But these weren't my visions. They were Luna's. I looked at my daughter and saw her face twisted in anguish, tears streaming down her cheeks as the mirrors forced her to watch every possible tragedy, every hidden truth, every painful reality.

I said, and the promise settled into my chest like a stone dropped into still water, rippling outward through every certainty I had held since waking in Lumira's body. The mirror cracked further, the fragments rearranging themselves into a new configuration that showed not the past but the present, not the ritual but the aftermath. Elara, alone in the room, kneeling in the stains that had not yet dried, her face in her hands, her body shaking with sobs that made no sound, her mouth open in a scream that the mirror's silence swallowed.

Each reflection told a different story, hinting at a potential future. "The Mirror of Destinies," she whispered, her voice filled with reverence and caution. "It will show you the paths available, but remember, each choice comes with its consequences." I approached the mirror, my hand hovering above its liquid surface. Each ripple revealed a different scene, a different life. There was one where Alex and I stood united against a massive horde, another where we were separated by insurmountable barriers, and yet another where peace had been achieved, and our world was a fusion of humans and supernaturals.

Because of my fragile health, my best friend, Eva, kept me on a tight leash growing up. She always told me, "Leah, you can't take risks." So for every date David and I planned, she had to test it out for me first. When the new roller coaster opened at the amusement park and she said it was too intense for my heart, David took her instead. After I booked a bed-and-breakfast by the ocean, Eva said the night breeze was too strong for me. So David spent the night there with her. I made reservations at a romantic couple's restaurant, only for her to say the menu might trigger an allergic reaction. That was why David took her to try it first. Every time they came back, Eva would look me in t

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.

It looked like a bruise on the sky, pulsing with a rhythmic light that made the hair on my arms stand up. "It’s a Tear," Maya said, appearing at my side. She was clutching her chest, her eyes wide with a reflected purple light. "It’s crying, Mama. The sky is crying again." "The mirrors," I whispered, realization dawning on me. "The 'Solstice' mirrors are still in orbit. We broke their alignment, but we didn't deactivate their power source. They’re still drawing energy from the sun, but without the Director to guide the beam, it’s just... bleeding into the atmosphere."

​The Forest of Mirrors was dying. The ink-black fluid spilling from Sarah’s mirror didn’t just coat the obsidian ground; it ate through the reflection of reality itself, turning the majestic, silvered trees into brittle, charcoal husks. The psychic weight of the collapse was suffocating. Every cracked pane of glass shrieked as it disintegrated, releasing the trapped whispers of a thousand stolen moments. ​Sarah stood amidst the ruins, untouched by the decay. She watched Laura and Dave with a gaze that held the clinical detachment of a mapmaker surveying a doomed border.

“Mira? Hello? What’s going on?” Mira rubbed her eyes dramatically with both hands, as if trying to clear her vision. She stared again, at Aurelia, then at the retreating figure. The resemblance had been uncanny. Without another word, Mira dropped the wipes she had been holding into the cart with a clatter and bolted toward the exit.

The air inside felt heavy and close, thick with the scent of candle wax and wine. When the last pin came loose, I sat down by the mirror. My reflection looked different. Not because of the gown or the jewels. Because of the look in my eyes the faint, flicker of someone who didn’t know whether she had just been elevated or exposed. Mira stood behind me, silent. After a moment, she spoke softly. “He made them see you.” I met her gaze through the mirror. “He made them see me as his.” Her silence said enough.