Novel & Cerita Mirror Image Books

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : THE UPRISE OF HELL(BOOK 2) CHAPTER 13 : DARK MATTERS OF TWO Maria was seen still standing in her spot light as her mirror was already down at her. Camera view as seen was caught behind the mirror. It rotated to complete a hundred and eight degrees view perhaps in order to see what the mirror beholds. After a complete round of hundred and eighty degrees, the figure in the mirror was just as it perhaps might have been guest. It was Maria. Herself. Her worst enemy!

Chapter Sixty — The Girl in the Mirror Elara couldn't move. She stared at the reflection standing inside the mirror, watching as it smiled without moving its lips. The room around her was exactly as she remembered it. Her old bed sat against the wall. Her books were still stacked beside the window. Even the small crack on her desk was there, the same crack she had spent years pretending not to notice. Everything was perfect. Too perfect. The reflection tilted its head. “You're wondering whether this is real.”

Alex and Zane had a good conversation, engaging in a back-and-forth where both parties understood each other's intentions. Candice remained silent until Zane suddenly noticed the file booklet she was holding. He exclaimed, "Ms. Renault, have you also been paying attention to Blue Artifact before?" In Candice's hands was an art catalog from Blue Artifact, and the first page on the cover featured a relatively obscure series from a couple of years ago. Zane’s interest was piqued. "The products from this series are not considered popular, nor are they cultural relics. It was just an inspiration from a small studio under us at the time. The popularity has always been low. How would Ms. Renault kn

That's what I was. I recited the message in my head, pausing at the mirror part. ELBIB SLIVED EHT, hang on, why was that mumble of nonsense so familiar? I was sure I had seen it before, just couldn't remember where. I sat up, reached into my top bedside cabinet to pull out a pink hand mirror. I cast a glance at my big eyes, they looked scared, before rising and going over to the laptop. I had an idea. I sat back on the chair, gingerly and raised the mirror to the screen, it was just as I had suspected. The reflected words were displayed on the mirror's screen. It was still confusing but I got the gist of the message. THE DEVIL'S BIBLE. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

He could also see that reflection from the full length mirror that stood in front of him against the wall. It was probably his third eye acting up again but what did this mean? His eyes, still fixated on the mirror, moved from the patch on the floor to the bed where he noticed something about the book. He stood up, approaching the mirror and that's when he saw it. The mirror gave a reflection of the book, showing it in reverse imaging thus Jake could see the pentacle in its upright position in the mirror. He turned away from the mirror to the book and grabbed it, slowly turning it the other way as the pentacle now appeared in its original position in the upright form.

Dominick warned, his hand hanging just behind her, ready to catch her if she fell. But Lisa didn’t fall. Instead, she walked right through the doorway, pulled by an invisible force, until she found herself in a small room. At the middle of the room stood an item, a mirror. It was large, framed in dark metal that glowed with a strange light. Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of it. This was it the mirror that had been spoken of in the old books. The mirror that showed the truth. She stepped closer, her reflection becoming crisper as she approached, but the picture wasn’t right. It was twisted, like a shadow stretching across her soul. Her eyes were darker, the color

Soraya's Pov Mira walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out an old leather book that looked like it might fall apart if you touched it wrong. She brought it back to the table and opened it carefully, the pages were yellow and covered in handwriting that was so faded I could barely read it. "This book contains everything I know about blood seals" Mira said. "I'm going to lend it to you so you can study it and understand what you're dealing with. But you must promise to return it when you're done. Books like this are rare and valuable."

I muttered, more to myself than to her. But that wasn’t what I had meant to talk about. “Helena,” I said, tone shifting. “Do you think... my abnormalities—my lack of connection with Stephen—could have anything to do with the Blood Mirror?” Helena’s spoon paused in mid-air. “The Blood Mirror?” she echoed slowly. “Where did you hear that name?” “I was reading through some of the restricted tomes in the library,” I admitted. “One of them described it—an artifact made of red crystal, veined like old wounds. It jogged a memory. I think I touched something like it when I was a child.”