Mirror Image Books Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 137 Few hours later "You're not going to like this," Kairis said quietly, flipping through a thick silver-edged tome. Her fingers trembled slightly. Lucian, leaning against the far wall with arms crossed, raised a brow. "Try us." The air stank of sweat, ash, and broken magic. Dorian stood sharpening his blade beside a flickering wardlight, and Elias sat quietly, his golden eyes dull from the battle hours ago. Kairis looked up. “There’s something called the Archmirror. It’s... not just a relic. It shows you the one who betrayed you. And yourself. Who you really are. Not what you think. What you are.”

And my stomach tightened. The drawing didn't resemble Mira exactly. But it resembled her enough. The shape of the eyes. The jaw. The mouth. Not identical. Close. Far too close. Mira stood abruptly. "Nope." I raised an eyebrow. "Nope?" "Nope." She pointed at the picture. "That is officially the creepiest thing that has happened today." Considering her recent life, that was saying something. I picked up the book. The title was written in a language older than modern pack records. I recognized a few symbols. Not enough. The page turned on its own. Both of us froze.

honestly she meant no harm, she actually liked Miranda "It's fine ma'am, but I don't have the..." Mira was about saying but James whispered in her eye to check her bag, she opened her back as the class waited for her and found a literature book in it, she brought it out and stood up to start reading "the tittle is shiver" Mira said and looked back at the teacher "Oh sorry Mira, we have to do a summary before we being, don't worry pls take back your seat let me tell you guys what the book is all about" the teach said

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

Viktor suspected that the rarity of some of the books there might rival that of the volumes in the library of the School of Magic itself or even the library that was housed in the Imperial Academy of Magic in the capital. Viktor was in a state of ecstasy. I imagined all the wisdom that would be available there for someone who wanted to increase their knowledge about the human body and all its diseases, and improve the chances of curing that same collection of organs, perhaps it would even be possible to find grimoires with unique and special spells impossible to find. in other parts of the world. He walked over to the books to read the titles. Some, such as Herbs of the Assembly Territory an

“So, is that why you’re here? For the young blind wolf?” “If I were to ask how you know all of this, you wouldn’t tell me, would you?” I growled through clenched teeth. “You know I speak with the wind.” She took a sip of her drink before pausing. “So, tell me, how can I assist you?” “I need your magical books, specifically those that detail the history of the Mirror Witches—those blessed directly by the ancestors and gods,” I said, leaning forward to study her. “You know the ones I’m referring to.”

It did not matter if he was cursing at them, but he was actually cursing at their boss. Sienna stopped them from taking action with just one look, then pointed at another door before she said to the professor, “Professor Lawrence, the Universal Atrium doesn’t only have a virtual world, we also have a mirror projection. I’ll do as you say if you still think that my shop is not worthy of this name after you watch this. How about that?” Professor Lawrence curled his lips in disdain. “What’s a mirror projection? It sounds fancy.” Sienna explained patiently, “You only need to provide a photo, and the person in the photo will appear before your eyes. This is a mirror projection.”

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.

Nope. * * * * * Mireille bloused aside all the books she'd scattered as she sighed, stretching her hands. She felt extremely tired, her head banging loudly and sweat all over her face. "Where the h*ll is it?" She shot, placing her hands on her hips as she looked around. "What exactly did he do?" She sighed and started walking round the small library. Her eyes fell on one of the books and she bit her lips, staring at it. "The mirror of desires." She read out an picked the book, sitting on the floor to scan through it.

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect