Mirror Of Witch の小説・ストーリー

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

The woman grabbed Wiggy's neck, forcing them to face each other. “You think it's that easy to beat me, Silly Boy….” Miranda broke through Wiggy's sapphire with all her might, but the color didn't change. For a second the witch let out a long growl, realizing the reality of what was happening. He muttered again. “You know how much I want to kill you? I can kill you right now."

Like being remembered by something that shouldn’t be alive anymore. The Mirror Witch didn’t move like other witches. She moved like reflection—not substance but echo. Her limbs were jointed too fluidly, her head tilting like a question no one had answered yet. She wore no color. Just layers of gauze over a frame too thin for comfort, sleeves knotted with red twine and tiny charms shaped like tongues and eyes. I remembered the last time I saw her. That veil had hovered over me like a verdict. Kael had nearly ripped her apart to stop it. Now he stood behind me again, quiet. But I could feel the coil in him.

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?"

Anything! Her talent was not only the witchery, she learnt in her childhood also it was not even using any sort of magic to cure the people. Her real talent was to portray lies so realistically that the other person had to give in to her wishes, she knew how to toy minds well. To get what she wanted, she had to become someone she was not in the vision of the world. Even though it was a witch or... just a sinful liar who could toy minds.' Who cares? Right?

The mirror had the ability to make one travel to any part of the world, eat and fight a lot of enemies, and so on. Lucy was a witch to the kingdom of Olor, but she was sent in disguise to pretend to be a maid to work for me, to steal the great magical mirror of old. It was the passage to the underworld which they needed to re-awaken their warlords, which was held bound by the great mother witch of Awima, that is the late grandmother of Queen Sekina. Before she died, she gave me her mirror for protection.

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

Luca's reflection looked back at him, strong, unreadable, the faint shadow of fatigue softening his edges. But beside him, Alessia's eyes glimmered with something beyond fear, curiosity wrapped in destiny. She stepped closer, her voice steady yet trembling underneath. "Show yourself," she whispered. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the surface of the mirror rippled, distorting their reflections as if the glass had turned to water. And then, she showed. The witch woman from the old stories. "Lapátásodà Vàlká". Her figure materialized in a swirl of mist, draped in shadow and light, her face pale yet disturbingly beautiful.

But the older witches long for this time when they will once again be able to see and experience the grandure of how it was before the reign of the black witches. Mira suddenly felt a feeling of belongingness and unaware that tears are steaming from her eyes washing the stain in the mother crystal a tear that was like magic spreads and cleanse the years of oppression and bad deeds. Then when the mother crystal was totally cleaned and clear of any stain, Mira was envelope with incandescent reflection. An apparition appeared in front of her, glowing with equally bright reflection. The eyewitness ot what is happening was in awe. 'Mira my daughter I have been waiting for a long time for you

He nodded his head in an appealing manner. “Fuck! Alright, as long as you are not leaving this pack then no problem,” Axel said giving up. “Thank you,“ I said before placing a peck on his cheeks in an appreciative manner. “So, Tiffany, What can you remember,” Jackob asked in a serious manner and I started to spill everything I could remember. “I think I know that place, it's sounding familiar to Grimwood cottage, where the white witch lives,” Jackob said, a smug look on his face.