Mirror Mirror Witch Novels & Stories

Mia whispered, gripping her wand tightly. They moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Suddenly, the mirrors flickered to life, each reflecting an unsettling scene. Anna saw herself alone, surrounded by shadowy figures whispering accusations. Logan’s mirror showed him failing to protect his friends. Mia’s reflected her parents turning away from her, disappointment etched on their faces. “Don’t look at them!” Anna shouted. “They’re trying to distract us!” But it was too late. A figure emerged from one of the mirrors, a twisted version of Logan, his face contorted into a malicious grin.

She did say I would get a solution and I would be able to wield strong power and fight alongside Noone but I never did for years now I never got the answer. “Old one.” I said calmly and she chuckled slowly. “I can swear on my mother's grave,I never got the answer.” “Let…me show you something.” She stood up and took her walking stick and went into one of the rooms. She came outside with a mirror and I frowned. “A mirror?” “Not.. just..any.. mirror.” She placed it on the floor. “Tkel manifestari salem meletha!” She said some enchanted words. “This is!” I gasped when I saw Natasha in the mirror.

“And when it breaks, one of us will have to take her place.” Serenya frowned. “Her?” “Maelis,” the reflection said. “The mirror was her prison once. She used it to bind the souls of wolves and witches alike — until she found a body strong enough to carry her will.” Serenya’s voice dropped. “Mine.” The reflection nodded. “You. Her final vessel. The moon’s daughter and the witch’s heir.” Serenya’s knees felt weak, but she forced herself to stay upright. “Then how do I break it?”

I'd done the very same thing many times on the street, but he seemed to master it. "It's a witches' bottle. Goat's blood. It's used by the whole coven from which it derives its powers. That's how they cursed your wife... You heard the spell yourself, didn't you?" "Yes," I conceded. I felt reprimanded, the mention of my wife sobering me. "It sounded... Semitic? I'm not even sure if that's the word, but that's what came to me," I said.

she asked Haneul as a vague image of her as a young girl playing with a firefly that suddenly did not look like one. Haneul smirked at the question, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "No, Alice, a faerie, is not small. Pixies are small. You might have met one." Tina shook her head, "I had a feeling." she mumbled, "Who's Veronica, then?" "Veronica is a Mirror." "What?!" Tina stood up in surprise. "Calm down. She's on our side." Haneul assured her. "You're kidding me, right?" Tina could not believe him. How could a Mirror be on their side? Didn't he remember what they just went through dealing with Monique?

She is supposed to guide me from all dangers I get into my office and sit down . I need to see what happened to the body that I left there. “ Let your will be done ” I mumjre as I put the magic mirror on the floor rotating about it ten times. It suddenly brightens the white becoming brown.A colour that we use for protection. It means that the mirror is ready . I look into it to see what exactly happened right there the moment that I left the place. It shows dead Richard lying on the floor for about five minutes and the a woman who seemed to be in her forties came by. She looks around like to make sure that no one is watching her and then she satbfs up fully.

Pens and papers scattered across the elevator floor, but I couldn't look away from the doors. “Violet, what’s wrong? You’ve gone pale.” Elijah asked but I couldn’t hear his words clearly. I could only stare at the elevator door that now looked exactly like the mirror and in it was the woman from my dreams. The witch from the manor was trying to crawl out of the mirror's surface like it was made of water rather than solid glass. Her hair hung in dark, tangled curtains around her face. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, fixed on me with terrible intensity. Her mouth moved, forming words I couldn't hear but somehow understood.

Something about that voice made my instincts scream that I shouldn't be seen. I peeked around the corner,that's when I saw it. Uncle Vincent was standing in front of a large mirror but there was no one else in the room. The surface of the mirror shimmered strangely, and a faint image appeared within it.Someone was on the other side. My eyes widened,a mirror communication spell a Forbidden magic. Only witches were capable of performing something like that. My heart began pounding as I listened to the conversation. “Has she left yet?” the mysterious man asked again.

She knew she was the outcast of the coven, yet still she remained. Why stay? No one wants you. The voice taunted her, as it normally did. You're weak. Everyone knows that. Miss J. Roy. Dante. The words stung deeply, bringing tears to her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly shut, hoping to avoid spilling her emotions as she gripped the edge of the altar. The warmth from earlier during her prayer wrapped around her once more, sinking into her skin until it seeped into her soul. She felt herself calming down, the threat of the tears receding. When she opened her eyes, the mirror had a soft purple glow coming from it. As Willow reached out to it, the glow faded away and her reflection returned to

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.