Mirar After Everything Novels & Stories

She also took her hairdryer, makeup purse, toothbrush and all other things she travelled with and kept them in their usual spot. She prepared a bath for herself after which she stepped into the tub and soaked herself in it. Naomi did nothing but stare at the white ceiling, looking at nothing in particular as she was deep in thought. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan. His face, his smile, his voice, his touch.

Dominic's pov Mira’s head jerked up, eyes suddenly blazing. “You don’t believe me?” The shout practically peeled the skin from my bones. “After everything? After being alone in this place, sick, hearing those whispers that I’m some kind of impostor...how can you look at me like I’m making it all up?” “Mira,” I managed, holding up both hands. “No, no, that’s not...I just mean...”

The storm grew, spinning faster, louder, until it was no longer just sound but pressure, pushing against her skull, her lungs, her heart. And then… BOOM. Everything exploded. Light swallowed everything, brighter than the sun, searing through her vision, her thoughts, her breath. For one fleeting second, she saw the mirror again, fractured and shining. Her reflection stared back at her, eyes burning the same amethyst flame. Then everything went white. ….

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

Gone. I stood there, rooted in place, drenched and trembling, unable to breathe. I had seen a mirror, a living, breathing mirror, not just someone who looked like me. This was me, and she had seen me first. I couldn’t move. I felt frozen. The rain kept pouring, running into my eyes and trickling down my neck, but I remained still, staring at the boutique’s glowing door long after it had closed behind her. My breath came in shallow gasps, each one trembling as if the air itself had turned heavy. It wasn’t just shock. It felt deeper. Something primal. When her gaze locked with mine, a connection formed between us. I sensed that this was more than just a coincidence.

Those who were cursing me moments ago were now holding their breath. Every single eye turned to Tania, who was shaking like a leaf. "No... it's not like that..." Tania shook her head frantically, her voice shrill. "It's a lie! It's a trap Evelyn set up!" But no one bought it. The Blood Mirror was an artifact of the First Vampires. It never lied. Valerius rose to his feet. Hellfire blazed in his eyes. The crushing aura of a Lord suffocated the room.

In the middle of suffering there is always a place that might help you to end the pain The moment that I reach the place I feel alive again. To see the sky with lots of stars makes me smile, and of course the city lights “So beautiful” I said After two years I finally see something spectacular A tears stared to fall, can’t believe that I can still be able to see the outside world. Even in my darkest time I still can see light “Please don’t curse me for you will witness how I am going to take my last breath” I whispered to the stars I removed my ring and let it fall on the ground. I am ready to jump when someone spoke

“Face the mirror, or lose them all.” Her companions shouted, their voices drowned out by the figure’s laughter. Jessica’s heart pounded as she looked at the mirror, its surface now clear, reflecting not her face but a battlefield strewn with bodies—Kade, Selene, Lucas, Bryan—all lifeless, their eyes staring blankly at a sky devoid of stars. “No,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I won’t let that happen.” She stepped toward the mirror, but Kade grabbed her arm, his grip desperate. “Jess, don’t. We don’t know what it’ll do to you.”

MINTHE I'm Tired * * * The mirror tells me I’m trapped in this world forever five seconds after the man I love admits he never stopped loving somebody else. Well, that feels personal. I stare at my reflection while the silver letters disappear one by one, fading into the glass until there’s nothing left except my own face staring back at me. I look pale. Mascara smeared under my eyes. Lips trembling hard enough to piss me off.

A shockwave rippled outward, washing over the Vale. When the light cleared, the survivors gasped. The crater was gone. In its place stood a single, perfect mirror. Seven feet tall. Silent. Waiting. Kael stared, blood running cold. His reflection didn’t move. Then it blinked. And whispered, “Come find me.” Far beyond the mountains, where the dawn was splitting itself apart, a different light flickered. Not sunlight. Not magic. Reflection. A figure stepped forward into a world made of mirrors — endless, shifting, alive. His shadow stretched across a fractured horizon, long and patient.