Mirror Mirror Witch Mga Nobela at Kwento

I race across the yard and jump on the back of the witch wrapping my jaws around her neck. She tries to toss her hands up in the air, but suddenly Miranda is in front of her in wolf form, grabbing her hands and biting one off. The witch screams as blood splatters on all of us. Miranda does not give up and bites into her other arm pulling it from her body.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

New. Wrong. Different. One of the witches came along with a small mirror of silver mirror. "Look," she said softly. "Look at who you became." My hands shook as I took it. I lifted the mirror slowly. My breath caught. The other lady looking back at me was fair-haired with bright spots on her cheeks and older and stronger eyes with an air of magic. "That's... that's not me..." I whispered. Silas sighed. "That is Ari." "No..." My voice cracked. "That can't be me."

The woman grabbed Wiggy's neck, forcing them to face each other. “You think it's that easy to beat me, Silly Boy….” Miranda broke through Wiggy's sapphire with all her might, but the color didn't change. For a second the witch let out a long growl, realizing the reality of what was happening. He muttered again. “You know how much I want to kill you? I can kill you right now."

“It’s the same speech every time you get here, which to be honest bores me to death.” What is she talking about? Am I asleep and dreaming? Everything seems so vivid, so real. “I am trapped in this place since one thousand years ago, the only ones that can find it are those of witch blood that mean no harm.” “I am not-“ “I am not a witch.” She mimics me, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “Same drill every single time, girl, I am growing tired of this. You go with ‘I am not a witch!’. I go with ‘Then how did you find this place?’, you then go ‘I don’t know.’. After that I recommend that you just leave, you go to the door, and on your way out, you stumble upon the magic mirror and see yourself wit

I knew the place well—there was a window on the side, half-covered in ivy, slightly cracked from years of neglect. I crouched beneath it, heart pounding and breath shallow. Inside, the woman was speaking. Her voice was lower now—harder, stripped of its weird honeyed tone she used on me earlier. “She’s getting closer,” she said. “She found something. It’s not time yet, but we may need to adjust.” There was a pause. Then the faint shimmer of magic. That was when I realized what it was. She was making use of a communication mirror. It was a witch artifact that was banned here in our land.

The witch clarified: “I won’t kill it. Just take it. You’ll lose your ability to reflect. No mirrors. No recognition. And no one who looks upon you will fully see you again. Not even your alphas.” Kian stepped forward. “Take mine—” “She’s already chosen,” the witch cut in. Ava looked into the mirror hanging behind the witch. Her reflection stared back. Cold. Still. “I’ll do it,” she whispered. The witch smiled. “Then we have a deal.” The spell was cast in fire and blood. Ava screamed as her shadow peeled from her feet like silk and vanished into the mirror. Kian caught her before she hit the floor. When she opened her eyes, she felt… light.

A pact older than sin itself sealed with a breath. When it was done, she stepped back, panting, her eyes uncertain for the first time. “If Magnus discovers you, he’ll destroy you.” I smiled. “Let him try. He’s already under my spell.” The fog swallowed me as I turned away, my laughter carried through the night. The scent of roses and fire trailed in my wake. Back in my chambers, the mirror waited. I stood before it, the candles burning low. My reflection shifted, rippling like water. Then she appeared — the true witch, smiling from the other side of the glass.

I returned my gaze to the magical mirror the witch has created to enable us to connect to the Black Shadow's environment. "I found her!" The witch exclaimed. "You actually found her in the Black Shadow pack?" I asked, astonished. "Look, that's her." The witch pointed one of her smooth fingers at the magical mirror. I looked back at the mirror and true to the witch's words, Olivia was at the door of the room where the three men were. The moment she opened the door, the witch chanted something loudly and the informant began to electrocute. I saw Olivia's eyes widen in shock and she ran away from the hall without bothering to close the door firmly.

He didn’t hide; he burned. “I’m tired,” she admitted. “In ways I don’t know how to name. We put out fires all day, Os. The real ones, and the ones inside people. The witch was here—I could feel her. Not just her. The mirror’s…taste. Like metal on the tongue, like old blood.” Osiris’s hands slid down to her elbows, thumbs stroking slow circles. “We’ll find her. We’ll break her. We’ll grind that damned mirror to sand.”