Novel & Cerita Mirror Mirror Witch

, so that his master could participate from inside—the corpulent Necromancer never stood when he could remain seated. Tonight, everything he needed to do could be done from inside the carriage. He pulled open the top of a sturdy wooden chest that rested on the carriage floor. Reaching inside, he withdrew a round, gold-framed mirror about twelve inches across. The mirror’s smooth surface was fashioned of the same black material as the magical table back in the castle. It served as a smaller version of the table, far less powerful, but useful nonetheless. Holding his palm over the black surface, he started to chant in a low voice. A dozen floating eyes began to appear inside the mirror, growin

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

Falls hard. "Mira!" The circle breaks. I run to her. Scoop her up. She's not moving. "Mira. Mira, baby, please. Wake up. Please." Nothing. Her chest isn't moving. She's not breathing. "No. No, no, no. Mira!" I shake her. Try to wake her. Try to make her breathe. Nothing. "She's gone," the witch says quietly. "The magic was too much. Her body too small. She couldn't hold it."

She wasn’t blinking or anything. “ I guess we have to find a Small reminder. Like an old memory.” The high witch said. Then Immediately she began to say some incantations repeatedly. She said them for a long time and suddenly something began to show in the mirror, aside Dame grace and the high witch. Elena had fallen with a loud thud as she felt the blood rushing to her face. Then she felt something warm. Raising her hand to her face, and just as she expected, It was blood. And there was lots of it.

We all stared at him with rapt attention. "Abracadabra!" He chanted the incantation as he threw the mirror into the sky. But surprisingly, the mirror did not fall back to the ground after flying into the sky but remained floating in the air. Everyone was incredibly amazed, but no one dared to make a sound to disturb the Priest. The Priest held his hands high. His clothes were soaked with sweat. It seemed that the process of using the Mirror of Witchcraft was not as simple as we had imagined. Suddenly, the floating mirror of witchcraft began to glow. The mirror showed a scene inside: Carolina was wearing a beautiful bridesmaid's dress and was attending a wedding. The groom of the wedding is C

Marquise sighed, after some seconds were passing and the mirror projection didn’t change into something different… “The mirror couldn’t trace the place and Knight Richard…” Marquise murmured. She turned around to Luka and looked at both Luka and Miller in return. “Is it because of his magic protection?” Miller lower his tone and he gritted his teeth to handle the flames in his chest. He stared at Luka and snuffed out loud. “We have another way…the young wolf man…” Marquise drew a long deep breath. She turned to the mirror again and swayed her hand in the front the mirror. “Mirror of the universe, show us the young wolf man…”

Inside it was the potion I had brought back from Roaring Valley. When I had struck my deal with the witch there, she had given me two potions. One to save Alpha Elbert's life. The other, a mirror potion that could replicate the effects of any potion I had seen before. "You probably won't ever need it," the witch had said, "but keep it anyway." The moment I held that second potion in my hand, the clear, colorless liquid had shifted to match the exact color and scent of the truth-revealing potion I had just been given.

Maxwell shouted, rushing past Halcyon and to his older brother, but he stopped short in his tracks when the pointed gun shifted from Vivian to himself. "W-What are you doing, Malachi? It's me, Maxwell, your little brother-" "-I know who you are, loser. But don't take another step closer; You've picked your side, now stay on it. I can't afford to let this woman die right now, she's my only ally." And with that, the gun returned to pointing to Vivian who scoffed at the absurdity of this situation. "I'm the Mirror Witch, boy. My specialty is mirrors and everything related to them. So, if you point a gun at me and all you see is yourself, then who are you shooting? Me? Or yourself?"

Enzo spated out in rage, the witch turned to glare at him. “Step back you would distrub the spell,” The witch requested who h i didn’t but Enzo refuse her I had to go ahead and dragged him back. She mumbled some words which put Desmond to sleep, soon as he was asleep she pulled out a Mirror. “What the fuck is that such, what the fuck for you need a mirror for ?” He glowered. “The mirror would help me, see his true self and if their his magic in his system and blood,” she responded while rolling her eyes.

The witch beside her said and led her to the center of the hall where a large purple rimmed mirror stood and beside it, three witches, also wearing identical cloaks. "Come closer, Kyra." One of them said and Kyra, gulped, slowly approached the mirror that was even taller than her and rested on a stand. "Closer." Another said and Kyra walked until she was standing in front of the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her and she shivered because she knew this was no ordinary mirror. She could feel the energy radiating around it and from it. She didn't realize when the witch who had brought her here walked away to stand on a step but she saw when the remaining three witches stood a few feet be