Mirror Mirror Witch Novels & Stories

Whispers ran through the circle like wildfire, fear tightening their throats. A RuthValis witch stepped forward, her hands trembling as she raised a polished, enchanted mirror. The glass shimmered, swirling with shadows and faint light. Slowly, it revealed what none wanted to see. There, within the depths of the mirror, lay Metella-her form twisted in submission under Haspan. The fiery lycan's presence was unmistakable, and the way she went on all fours for him, unmoving, seemed almost... enchanted. Gasps and stifled cries erupted around the room. Some witches stumbled backward, clutching their robes. Others froze, their hands clutching staffs as if the air itself had turned to ice.

The floor felt cold against my bare buttocks. I looked at my reflection in the mirror I had placed before me. It was an ancient mirror with a rusty frame and intact glass. Elaine had said that the mirror was supercharged with magic. According to folklore, an ancient witch had used it to summon and speak to an incubus. The Incubus used the mirror to make it seem her reflection was talking back to her. In this intense method, there had to be multiple options for the sex spirit to choose from and communicate with its summoner.

the witch said with a cackle. Mira smirked. But the witch’s tone turned cold. “One warning,” she said. “If morning dew ever touches her skin, the spell will break. Her aura and beauty will return.” Mira shrugged. “That won’t happen.” And with that, she walked away—smiling like the villain who thought she’d already won.

Ruby wasn't the only one who wanted to taste Lilith's blood. "Yo-youu s-saw ev-everything th-through the magic mirror? How is that possible?" She stammered, and I rolled my eyes at her dramatic behavior. "The magic mirror has been extinct for centuries, just like their true owners, the witches; how did you find it?"

"Yes, the people and villagers in the South had been acting very odd. What should I do about this, my lord?" "Send the report back to the church, it is not our work to deal with humans unless they dare to show their nose to our land. But find more about the faceless, their movement is getting very intriguing." Mike replied briefly, looked down to notice Ariana eyes under the eyelids moving lively. He wondered for a moment what kind of dream she was having as her lips sounded she was munching unto something. "I understand," She paused for a moment. "Also, my lord the mermaids in the Mirror Sea said that the lord of the vampires had been making a move." Claudia continued her report when sudden

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

“We will begin with a standard mirror spell. This is basically a practice run, to see if we can utilize this form of communication.” “Understood.” Bianca began the chant with the witches and warlocks around her: “Mirror of truth, mirror of life, aid us in this moment of strife, share these words for all to see, let on all mirrors these words be…” Aislen opened her eyes and passed Bianca the piece of paper that was folded at her side. Bianca opened it and read the lines, rolling her eyes at Aislen in disapproval before sighing heavily. Bianca read the poem out and repeated it twice. “So mote it be.”

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

Explained Mira and the room fell silent, "Are you sure of this" "Yes, she had green eyes and dark hair, " Mira further explained. "I see," the dark witch smiled. "I want you to keep an eye on her, follow her everywhere, I want to know where she lives, who she meets,I want every single detail" the witch ordered and Mira nodded before turning into a raven and flying away to carry out her assignment. "Carry on sisters" I have someplace to be" said the dark witch named Annette to the others before disappearing into thin air.