Mirror Creepy Novels & Stories

Afraid for Arias. Please, please keep them safe. He prayed to the Moon Goddess before shifting into his dark blue wolf to join the fight. ***** The blood in the necklace was pulling Mirja towards the grimoire. It called to it as she moved deeper into the castle. A few turns later, Mirja was going down a flight of steps to the lower floor of the castle. The walls looked eerily like the walkway to her basement at the bar. She opened the door cautiously, and for a moment, it looked like she had traveled back to her basement.

A boy violates a school policy, including dress code, I speak up. “Well, a little,” Miranda batted her fake eyelashes at me, thinking those blue eyes would do a damn thing for me. “Could go over it with us… or just me before the dance,” she licked her lips. I’m guessing she’s trying to be sexy, but it’s just coming off as desperate and super creepy.

"Can I ask a practical question? If Maya goes back to January 15th, how does she survive the freeze? The whole point was she wasn't prepared then. She'd be trapped in the apocalypse with no shelter." "Future Maya said the device brings you back after twenty-four hours," Maya said. "You'd have to survive one day of the freeze, then you return to present." "Survive how? Where?" Maya realized she didn't know. Future Maya hadn't specified. "I'd have to secure shelter quickly. Maybe One World Trade Center itself—it survived the freeze." "So the plan is: go back, find Victor, kill him, then hide in his building for twenty-four hours hoping you don't freeze to death." Jessica's voice was flat. "Tha

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.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Squelch-pop. I snapped my head back to the mirror. My reflection was pressed against the glass. Its hands weren't resting on the imaginary sink in its world; they were splayed against the interior surface of the mirror, the fingers white and bloodless from the pressure. Its face was inches from mine, separated only by five millimeters of silvered glass. The most terrifying part wasn't the proximity, but the expression. It wasn't my face anymore. The features were identical, yes, but the intent was a jagged, predatory hunger that I had never felt in my life.

The bat drags behind me as I walk in, the metal scraping loudly against concrete. Scrrrrch. Every head turns. I sashay in, my hips swaying, chin lifted. The moonlight pours through the broken windows, illuminating the creepy-looking pentagrams and red candles. "Hi," I say sweetly. "Miss me?" Vanya spins towards me, her red eyes wild with both rage and shock. "You—" I stop a few feet from Kaziel, planting the bat upright beside me and resting my hand casually on top of it. "Oh," I add, tilting my head. "And just in case you're wondering how..."

Someone shook my arm, and I realized I was screaming as I held my head, trying to fight all those images and trying to fight Kiran’s pain as he relived it. “Be gone,” Jessica said, and I opened my eyes as the images blurred in front of my eyes before disappearing. Kiran lay on the floor just inside the sliding doors, and I turned toward him. He was breathing but still unconscious. I reached out to him but he disappeared, and Malachi was there in an instant. “No! Not again! No, no, no!” “Hylja sála,” I whispered, feeling weak. I saw Kiran in the other realm where his magic had taken him to recover. I got up and ran to his floating body and tackled him back to the floor, as I pulled us back to

“But hypnosis doesn’t work on everyone.” “Every werewolf has a power,” Grey continued coldly. “And mine is immunity. Mental manipulation slides right off me.” Mira’s face drained of colour. “So yeah,” Grey said, louder now, crueler, “I knew. The whole fucking time.” Mocking loud and brutal laughter erupted.n“Damn...” “She really tried...” “Is she that desperate?” Mira’s body started shaking. Scarlet felt sick. Mira looked around wildly, eyes glassy, lips trembling. “So… you’ve been pretending?” she whispered. “Pretending to be hypnotised? Pretending to love me?”

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.