Reflected In You Novels & Stories

The reflection didn’t move. Ariana’s breath caught. “No…” The reflection smiled. Her heart slammed violently against her chest. “That’s not me.” The reflection tilted its head. But the smile— It didn’t feel human. “You always say that too.” Ariana stumbled back. “Get out of my head.” The reflection stepped forward. Out of the mirror. Into the space with her. And now— It was her. Same face. Same eyes. Same everything. But different. Colder. Sharper.

Her sharp, elegant features were pale with immediate concern, her dark eyes scanning his disheveled form with a mixture of fear and protective instinct. "What happened? Are you hurt?" Mira asked, her voice tight as she reached him, her hands hovering over his trembling shoulders, terrified to touch him while his aura was fluctuating so violently. The air around Lucian was vibrating, casting distorted, jagged shadows against the stone walls, a physical manifestation of his chaotic energy. "You've been gone for hours, and your frequency... it’s completely unhinged. Did the hunters find you? Did a pack cross the boundary?"

Still, I felt a chill run down my spine as Elias finally picked it up and opened it. Inside was a single sheet. In handwriting that looked eerily like mine, it read: “You can replace the mirror, but not the reflection”. I felt sick. "What does that mean?" Elias’ jaw was set. "It means she wants you to doubt yourself. To believe there’s another version of you that could take your place." I swallowed hard. "And is there?" "No," he said immediately, with confidence that calmed something in me. But the questions had already been planted.

“I am not your puppet. I won’t be your vessel!” The reflection smiled. “You already are.” The ground split. A surge of power erupted, tossing him backward into a wall of living glass. When he staggered upright, the reflection was gone—but a thousand versions of himself stared back. Each one bore a different expression: rage, fear, grief, hunger. Each whispered something he couldn’t quite hear until all their voices merged into one word. Accept.

The answer is right in front of me. The answer is right in front of me. The answer is right in front of me. I kept staring at the reflection in the mirror. A corpse with sunken red eyes and pale skin. Bones peeking out a little too prominently. A soul, equally dead.

Staring at the mirrored wall. His reflection? Shattered.

And when I reached out toward the mirror, the reflection turned. And smiled.

COLE THERE is this thing in Life called the Mirror Effect,—a fact that the human mind only reflects what you think of your true self. Guess it was taking a toil on me cause what I felt for myself was a total disgust, I hated this man I was seeing in the mirror, yet there was no way for me to change it or do anything about it because that man in a way was me. I was the one, in the exact frame I was seeing walking the parameters of life with an inner ugliness that seemed to reflect to the world.

It was as if the hoodie whispered promises of resilience, a reminder of the strength I carried within me. Staring into the mirror, I locked eyes with my reflection, searching for the strength that resided within. The room fell silent as I whispered to myself, my voice infused with determination, "This isn't you, Jasmine. You've never been the type to give up. Don't you ever think about giving up." The words hung in the air, their weight reverberating through the core of my being.

the reflection sneered in anger. "Grandmother knows about you?" Amelia asked in disbelief. "You really are a big idiot," the reflection insulted Amelia. "Didn't you see that she too had white hair just like we do?" "I thought it was just a dream," Amelia stated truthfully. "Well it's not," the reflection replied. "Once you manifest your true form and powers, I'll leave you as I would be inside of you and that is what I want," the reflection said. "Are you crazy, I have no powers and so I want you to leave!" She exclaimed.