Novel & Cerita Mirror Mirror Witch

Symbols that don’t belong to any common language. A faint ripple moves across the surface of the glass, distorting her reflection. The room dims around her, shadows pulling inward as if the mirror is drawing in the light. Then a figure begins to form behind the glass. The silhouette of a woman. Irena lowers her hand and bows her head. “Mother Witch,” she whispers. Mother Witch—Rowena—smiles from the mirror. “Irena. Did you receive the box?” “Yes. Is it—” “Yes. Use it when the time is right.”

Kaiser gasped, still trying to recover from the illusion the mirror showed him. "It's an Illusion, a trap. This is how the curse of the witches works. They will trap the soul from within, not allowing it to live or die. Among all these mirrors, there is one mirror that is real. It can take us home," Ninger explained. Kaiser looked around the green field around him. It seems to spread forever. And there are so many life-sized mirrors in it. "It would take ages to find the real one," he muttered. Ninger grunted.

I said annoyed. “Diana had put an incantation to trap you inside a mirror for a while in order to help you to escape because she knew even if she take the blame on her they will kill you with her for being a son to a witch, but this mirror! Its special Somerzex is infamous for holding different magical powers, it was said by ancestor witches that this mirror could be a door to present and future, but it was considered a rumor until today when I saw you coming out of the mirror from future” she explained.

I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare. Looking at the mirrors, they were all paintings with me in them. What’s with the Shit Witch and art? Is that her thing, or is she pulling that from my mind? I enjoy art, but this takes it to a fucked up level. Each painting melted away to show me some nightmare scene. Behind the mirror with me as the Mona Lisa was a torture scene of the Shit Witch cutting into Thales, harvesting his organs while he was still alive and screaming. He was screaming for me to save him.

“Five little piggies went to market one day, Two got a lost along the way. To school the red one went, Whilst the blonde one was sent To meet with a bird of prey, But our talons helped him get away. Blood to blood, and both are well, Though you’re not here to tell. And now, not two lost piggies, but three, With the school on fire, where can you be? Mirror, mirror on the wall, We’re waiting for your call, Secret Keeper.” Even as she finished speaking, the words were fading off the black screen. “Another mirror spell,” Connery remarked. “Another?” Meguitte looked up at him in surprise. “There’s been others?”

Dominick warned, his hand hanging just behind her, ready to catch her if she fell. But Lisa didn’t fall. Instead, she walked right through the doorway, pulled by an invisible force, until she found herself in a small room. At the middle of the room stood an item, a mirror. It was large, framed in dark metal that glowed with a strange light. Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of it. This was it the mirror that had been spoken of in the old books. The mirror that showed the truth. She stepped closer, her reflection becoming crisper as she approached, but the picture wasn’t right. It was twisted, like a shadow stretching across her soul. Her eyes were darker, the color

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

I could see it in his eyes, he was stunned. However, after a short while, he frowned. “You can do that? What are you? A shaman?,” I sighed, and was about to speak when mira raised a hand, indicating that I let her do the talking. I nodded and stepped back. Mira adjusted her blouse And looked James dead in the eye. “I'm a part-witch, part-wolf, which means as a half witch I can cast spells and use magic.” James' eyes widened as he stared at her, I could tell he never expected that from her, this was the exact Reaction I had when I learnt about Mira’s true Identity.

From inside the bag, she takes out a round mirror, made of a black stone, which was so polished. - Is that the Mausoleum stone? – Romeo asks. - yes, this is an Obsidian mirror. Romeo shrinks and looks away, not even wanting to look at it. Mary stretches out her hand and Julius takes the mirror. He looks at him from all sides and looks at the witch. - Don't look at it. Stare at him. - What will happen? – Shane asks. - I don't know. It depends on what the mirror wants to show Julius. It could be his past, the past before him, or one of the possible futures.

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’