Mirror Of Witch Novels & Stories

Whispers ran through the circle like wildfire, fear tightening their throats. A RuthValis witch stepped forward, her hands trembling as she raised a polished, enchanted mirror. The glass shimmered, swirling with shadows and faint light. Slowly, it revealed what none wanted to see. There, within the depths of the mirror, lay Metella-her form twisted in submission under Haspan. The fiery lycan's presence was unmistakable, and the way she went on all fours for him, unmoving, seemed almost... enchanted. Gasps and stifled cries erupted around the room. Some witches stumbled backward, clutching their robes. Others froze, their hands clutching staffs as if the air itself had turned to ice.

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.

' Mira declared inwardly as the flames of revenge blazed in her heart. She knew that if she was to control the direction of this fight, she had to make the First move. The only way to cripple those witches was by taking away all their money and power. That would be a huge blow to them. Without money,they couldn't get people to do their dirty work. They could only do it themselves and it's at that position she will crush and crumble them to pieces if not smithereens.

Lily explains to me and the frown adorning my forehead, deepens. My eyes move to rest on Miracle's face. The dark circles are encircling her eyes. Her face is all dirty and pale. Her cheekbones look too prominent. My heartbeat quickens, realizing the fact that she is going to die if her abilites don't start working soon. “ Miranda can fix this probably. ” Lily suggests and I snap my head at her. Miranda is a witch who lives in our pack boundaries. She is the niece of Amanda who is the Oracle.

"It's rude." "Sorry" I mumbled looking down at the table. "She didn't mean anything by it" Darius said. "I know what she meant. She's wondering if I'm really a witch or if this is all some kind of trick." Mira turned around holding a wooden box and set it on the table in front of us. "I am a witch. I've been practicing magic for longer than your great grandparents have been alive and I'm one of the few people left who knows how to work with blood seals."

Her hair was white, her eyes pale as cloudy glass, but they missed nothing. “You seek more than vengeance,” the witch croaked. “You seek to be two. To walk unseen. To be shadow and light both.” Nyx did not waste words. “I need a mirror of myself. A body that carries my face, my scent, my voice. A shield and a weapon both. And I need cloaking spells so that no witch, no wolf, no Alpha can track me.” The witch’s smile was a cracked thing. “You ask for a dangerous craft. To birth a mirror of yourself is to bleed the soul in half. Do you understand the cost?”

“It's just you and me, Gina. She's a witch, but only the chosen one who could free me can actually see me.” “What? Tell me, am I dead ?” “You are not dead, Gina. You seemed to be confused. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gina, the first scarlet witch of the Mirror Moon pack. I bore your father's generation. I could tell by merely looking at you. You not only have my powers but my name as well. Maybe you haven't noticed something else that's similar.” “Something else, that is similar?” “Take a good look at me, child,” the witch said.

He didn’t hide; he burned. “I’m tired,” she admitted. “In ways I don’t know how to name. We put out fires all day, Os. The real ones, and the ones inside people. The witch was here—I could feel her. Not just her. The mirror’s…taste. Like metal on the tongue, like old blood.” Osiris’s hands slid down to her elbows, thumbs stroking slow circles. “We’ll find her. We’ll break her. We’ll grind that damned mirror to sand.”

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

“Still full of fight.” I stood slowly, ignoring the ache in my muscles. “What do you know about her?” The witch drifted back, amused. “More than you. Less than the stars. She is a mirror, Alpha. What you love in her is what you fear in yourself.” I didn’t have time for riddles. I took a step forward. “Tell me where she is.” She clicked her tongue. “You want answers? Then offer a piece of yourself. Nothing real comes for free.” I stilled. The air around us thrummed. Bargains with witches never ended clean. But this wasn’t about the clean... This was about her. “What do you want?” I asked.