Novelas y relatos de Mirror Souls

Simon followed quickly, steadying me as I stumbled toward the bathroom. The woman in the mirror looked like me. But changed. My right eye still held its green iris, gold swirls dancing in the morning light. My left eye? Fire. Real, living fire. Trapped in a sphere. I stared, breath caught in my chest. Simon reached out, gently touching my shoulder. "Come sit back down. You’re not steady yet." I didn’t move. Not yet. I couldn’t look away from the reflection. That wasn’t natural. It wasn’t normal.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

He activated the crimson circle. The giant Blood Mirror above me glowed. A dark red beam pierced my veins. Agony shot through me like a million silver needles. It was pulling out my memories. The Crimson Trial drains a vampire's blood to project their past. It shreds the soul. It feels like burning under the noon sun. It is the cruelest punishment for traitors. I felt the mirror sucking my life away. But I didn't fight it. Instead, I felt a weird, perfect peace.

he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, eyes fixed on the mirror. “The Mirror of Selene. The Seer said it holds the truth about the curse… and about us.” Kael’s hand brushed the hilt of his blade, his reflection twisting across the mirror’s glowing surface. “Truth always comes with a price.” Aria swallowed hard. “Then I’ll pay it.” The moment her fingers grazed the mirror’s glass, the world exploded in white. The ground disappeared beneath her feet. Wind roared in her ears as her body plunged into a whirlpool of light. She reached for Kael, but his hand dissolved into smoke.

Broken glass crunches under my boots. "They will pay for this. Every last one of them." Colin tilts his head, but he does not interrupt. I turn from the shattered table and storm toward the far wall where the black root vines twist from the ceiling like veins. I speak an ancient command, and the vines part slowly, revealing a mirror made from moonstone shards. It shows the world beyond the Hollow. The forest. The Starlight Pack’s path. I can almost smell the smugness rolling off them as they return home, victorious.

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

Luna walked forward, her small hand reaching for the crystal. The moment she touched it, everything changed. The mirrors showed visions—possible futures, probable pasts, hidden truths. I saw myself dying in childbirth, Luna never born. I saw Dante rejecting me permanently, our bond severed forever. I saw the pack destroyed, wolves scattered, everything we'd built in ashes. But these weren't my visions. They were Luna's. I looked at my daughter and saw her face twisted in anguish, tears streaming down her cheeks as the mirrors forced her to watch every possible tragedy, every hidden truth, every painful reality.

The stone walls around them were beginning to reflect things that weren't there—shadows of the High-Sector spires that moved with a life of their own. "The Mother is pushing! She’s using their exit as a doorway for the entire realm!" Zilo’s tablet began to smoke, the glass screen cracking under the thermal load. "If they don't come through in the next thirty seconds, the Mirror Realm is going to pour into the district like a dam breaking!" "Then we stand our ground!" Jax shouted to his guards. "Don't let that mist touch you! It’s not air, it’s a virus of the mind!" Suddenly, the center of the mirror erupted in a blinding, golden-white flare. Two figures tumbled out of the silver liquid, cras

Scene 2: The Fire Mirror Hours later, they reached a vast cavern cut deep into the mountain’s side. The air shimmered with heat. In the center, a lake of magma bubbled angrily, and above it hovered a strange relic—a polished obsidian mirror framed in gold. Iris approached it cautiously, drawn by the power radiating from it. Her reflection shimmered in the surface, then twisted. She gasped. She saw herself—not as she was, but as she had once been. Nadia. Whole. Untouched by betrayal.

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I