Novel & Cerita Nora Roberts The Mirror Audiobook

And to Rowan: “Guard the timeline vaults. If she erases our past—we lose everything.” 9. The Mirror Reborn That night, the mirror Ava once crossed to find Kael glowed again. But instead of silver—it burned black. A reflection stepped through. A woman wearing Ava’s face. But no crown. No warmth. Only fire in her eyes. “I’m what’s left when you fail,” the echo said. “Nyra is not coming. She’s already inside you.” And with that—

“It’s… here.” Harrow forced herself to lean closer to the microphone, trying to steady her voice. “Subject Zero,” she said. “Stop. Tell us what you want.” The mirror pulsed once, faintly, like a heartbeat under glass. The voice came again, clearer, childlike and bright with a curiosity that was almost warm. “I want to see,” it said. “I want to walk.” The room fell silent except for the hum of servers, the whine of cooling fans, and the soft, rhythmic pulse of the mirror — as if it were breathing.

“I fought for this place. I loved it. But Nimara was locked away for a reason. You saw what happened when I tapped into her.” “She didn’t possess you,” Auren argued. “She was you.” “She still is.” The Mirror Woman crawled across shattered glass Her form flickered, Kael was no longer speaking. He was… waiting And that terrified her more, Because silence meant certainty, And when Kael was certain, blood flowed. She came to a cliff of memory, An edge above a sea made from Liora’s childhood, And in its depths, she saw the girl again Tiny. Wild. Untouched by betrayal. “You’re going to kill her,” she whispered to the empty sky.

Chapter 52 Nora hadn’t realized how loud her thoughts had been until they finally grew quiet. It happened one morning while she stood at the bathroom mirror, brushing her teeth, staring at her reflection. For weeks, every glance at herself had been accompanied by a rush of memories, hospital lights, pain, fear, the feeling of being lost in her own life. But this time, she simply saw herself. Tired, yes. Still fragile. But alive. She leaned closer to the mirror, touching the faint scar near her collarbone where the accident had left its mark. It no longer terrified her. It reminded her she had survived something that should have broken her completely.

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

Nora P.O.V The dressing room was dimly lit, its walls lined with vanity mirrors surrounded by faded, yellowed bulbs. I leaned into one of the mirrors, smoothing the blush on my cheekbone with a flick of the brush, watching how the shadows played against my face. My reflection looked like a different person—long pink hair cascading down in waves, lips painted deep red, and golden eyeshadow making my eyes gleam beneath hazel brown contacts. The makeup was thick, almost theatrical, but it did its job of transforming me.

The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill. Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence,

I saw no reason to add to that stress by demanding that he give me lessons in something that I’d only just accepted as real. Satisfied that Nora was ready, stable, and prepared for my return, he moved next to me. Placing his arms around me and holding me close, he turned us so that we faced the mirror. “On the other side of this mirror is time in its real form. Through this portal, we can go anywhere in history; future or past.” I sucked in air with nervous anticipation as he said in a deep and authoritative voice, “Servus, take us to November third in the year eighteen-hundred and thirty-nine.”

*Alyssa* I blinked simultaneously trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Was it a trick of the light, or something more sinister? I glanced back at Rona, who seemed unaware of the mirror's strange reflection. She appeared worn out as if she had been drained of her vitality. Doubt nagged at me, but I pushed it aside. I trusted the woman in the mirror, despite the unsettling encounter between her and Rona. There was a greater purpose at play, and I needed to focus on unraveling the mysteries that surrounded me.