Mirror Mirror Witch Novels & Stories

She tries to zip it up but her hands can't reach the zipper. She's really tempted to look in the mirror but she doesn't. She steps out to the ohhs and ahhs of her audience. Sarah turns around. "Someone please zip me up." Katrina snaps her finger and the dress zips up automatically. Sapphire jumps up and starts to clap. "Woah! Being a witch is so cool." Katrina snorts. "Darling girl, you don't know the least of it." SAMANTHA

Gecko releases me and stands beside Corvu. “Oh come on.” Jade groans, “Don’t tell me you hired these clowns to prank me. Am I on a show of some kind? Is that what this is? Are these things even real-” As she pulls on Gecko’s ear he yelps and she lets go almost immediately. Now she was stunned into silence. “How are you both here?” I ask. This time, Corvu responds, “Well, it took awhile for the word about Witches to circulate, then we had to go find one that was strong enough to send us here.”

“Are they? If so, how come your beloved future Luna uses them to her advantage. You know what. I think I'll stop here. The Witches will take it from here.” “Greetings to all Alphas present. I suppose most of you don't like us, but we don't care. We only provide services for those who pay us. We are here to reveal the truth behind one of the pack members who constantly comes for our services,” one among the three witches stated. Right in front of everyone, they placed a mirror and cast a spell on it. Right through the mirror, everyone saw Jasmin and the things she requested from the witches. I was held dumbstruck, and so were the pack members present.

_Susan’s POV_ The mirror never lies to me. It is old and dark and carved with symbols that most witches are too afraid to touch. When I place my palm against its cold frame and whisper the correct words, it shows me what I desire to see. Tonight, it showed me victory. I stood in front of it and watched carefully. Leah’s body was sitting upright in a wooden chair. A circle of salt and silver powder had been drawn beneath the chair. Candles burned in every corner of the room. The air looked tense and heavy with ritual power.

“Aunt Sue had told me about the curse. Since I appeared in this room, cabin, box whatever after we made love, I assumed that you must be the witch of Artemia.” A wicked smile crept up Serena’s lips and she chirped, “ Since you guessed it right, I will reward you…” She raised her palm and chanted a spell. With a tiny flash of light, a mirror appeared on her palm. Handing it to Sienna, she said, “This will let you see everything I want you to see live… much like those live TV shows you humans have…” A sigh escaped Sienna’s lips as she saw Alaric. He was standing in an ornately decorated hall with a large throne.

As we hung up, I then put a call into my dear friend, and witch, Miranda. Miranda was a childhood friend of mine. She is a witch with various powers that exceed the traditional witches doing spells. She can identify if magic has been used in a situation, what spells or potions might have been used and a bunch of other things, even I can’t fully understand. I needed to talk to her about what was going on and get her here as fast as possible.

I have been trying to research them, they don’t play, nor do they show mercy to those who challenge them. I am still cursing inside when he casts a spell, filling the room with smoke and R-pack shows up. “You don’t use mirrors,” I murmur, and he literally almost bites my head off. “That is a traitorous object! Never to be trusted!” I want to ask what the mirror did because in my readings it is what the witches used to spy and even get to places when I hear them. “What…what is that?” That is something I have never heard before. It is more terrifying than any sound I have heard here.

I sighed, sitting on my hind legs, exhausted from everything. “Let's begin.” Without explanation, the witch raised several mirrors around me, altering the atmosphere that reflected my reflection. The mirrors changed as I approached, revealing past and future events, but in a non-linear way. Some images seemed to be out of chronological order, challenging me to understand how my past choices shaped my present to this point. A particular mirror caught my attention; as I approached, I could walk through it. Deeper insecurities sprouted within me. Images reflected moments of self-doubt, fear, and uncertainty, capturing my attention and guiding me to the exact moment when I clashed with the Alpha

I heard Xavier's voice call to me, bringing me back from my ecstasy. "Xavier, can you see me?" I asked, barely able to contain my happiness. Mom would be so proud of me if she was here. Only a high level witch could cast this spell, yet I did it effortlessly. "Yes, I can." He gasped, "How did you do this? Is it really you?" Xavier looked like he couldn't believe his eyes, he clearly hadn't seen anyone communicating through a mirror. "Yes, it's me," I smiled at him, "Not in flesh and blood but it's me. I casted a spell that allowed me to talk to you through a mirror. Can you believe it? I'm now a great witch" I said, followed by a chuckle.

Greg observed her, waiting. To his utter shock, he noticed that the mirror on the wall had started to shine. Camille turned around, and it looked like she was surprised by that, too, as her face became paler. She faced the mirror and waited. After what felt like ages, there was an image of the woman on the glass. But it was not Camille's reflection. The woman in the mirror was gorgeous, with jet-black hair and a cold, stern look. Greg could not believe his own eyes when he recognized her. That was a Mother, the highest witch from the coven he had visited recently. He focused on hearing what the women could talk about.