Novel & Cerita Mirror On The Wall Here We Are Again Song

"If you pass the test, I will give you the mirror of mirrors myself. If you fail, you die. Do you understand?" "I understand" "Good" she said, a slow smirk creeping onto her lips.I swallowed hard.Was I ready? I honestly don't know."Close your eyes" Yaran said. I narrowed my eyes. What was she up to? "Do you want the mirror of mirrors or not? You have to cooperate with me" I exhaled slowly and closed my eyes. ********

Without wasting any more time, I start recording 'LOVE IN THE DARK' and make some music . After two takes and a lot of changes with the soundtrack we finally have the demo ready. I start again and this time it all goes perfectly. When i am ending the song , i notice a silhouette in the mirror , behind me . I remove my headphones and place it on the mic once the song ends and turn around to see harry smiling. " What are you doing here?" I ask him.

So why was I feeling like this? The chorus of idontwannabeyouanymore erupted from my phone. I hadn't even realised the song was playing, I closed my eyes as Billie Eilish sang: If I love you was a promise, Would you break it if you're honest? Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before. I don't wanna be you anymore.

He beamed at me. A group of the audience yelled for another song. When I looked back at the man, he only shrugged. “Okay.” I went back to the mic. “This song is very special to me. It’s called Wonderwall by Oasis.” I strummed and sang my own rendition, a little slower, gentler than Noel Gallagher’s acoustic version. “I said maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me… And after all, you’re my Wonderwall.”

Ripped from my body. When I finally opened my eyes, panic rushed through me. My hands flew to my belly— Flat. Empty. Lifeless. Not swollen with life anymore. Not full of hope. Just... gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and ragged. I cried out in agony— "My baby... my pup...!"

Ethan's POV The mirror had always been part of the altar. A grand, oval thing, its frame blackened with age and carved in cryptic vines that twisted like dying hands. It never reflected light properly. I had passed it dozens of times in the ritual chamber beneath the manor, and yet... I never thought to look beyond it. Not until now. The song still lingered in my ears—quiet now, buried—but the echoes of it stirred something in me. A pressure behind my ribs, a sense that the answer was close.

Just… "under the skin. A low‑frequency thrum that made my teeth itch, like standing too close to a transformer. On the massive mirror, our combined reflection stared back at us. Me. Corvin. Selene. Jax. The shadow looming behind. We were smaller than it, even at this scale, huddled toward the bottom of the frame. The dark shape in the back took up more of the glass than all of us put together, flickering in and out of hard edges. “Final boss arena vibes,” Jax murmured. “Hate that I called it.” No one laughed this time. The shadow in the mirror shifted. Not moving in any one direction—just… rearranging. Like smoke caught in a jar. When it spoke, the voice didn’t come from the intercom or the

"Cross me again, and I'll be your worst nightmare. Come on, girls." I close my eyes tightly, more tears falling. The moment I hear the door click shut, I open them and turn to the mirror. Then I see it. Little Miss Wannabe. Written across my forehead.

A mirror. With a spark of excitement, Avery raised her hand to signal the answer to Preston. “It is a mirror,” a clear, commanding voice suddenly boomed from the back of the hall. The tone was like a tectonic shift—familiar, heavy, and freezing. It took the air right out of Avery’s lungs.