Reflected In You Novels & Stories

The mirrors rippled again , and now each reflection showed something different. One wept. One bled. One smiled faintly, her hands covered in another’s blood. One knelt before Roman. Another stood above his fallen body, dagger in hand. Luna’s chest ached. “None of them.” Roman’s shadow moved closer, unseen. “Then find the real one.” Her voice shook. “How?” “Speak your truth. The glass listens.” The reflections whispered, their voices overlapping , hundreds of Lunas speaking her own doubts. He’ll break you. You’re weak. You want him. You’ll never leave. You’ll die here.

I didn’t care where it landed. My jaw was tight, and my knuckles pulsed with old and new aches. I pulled off my shirt, the fabric sticking slightly to sweat and the faint burn where a glove had rubbed my ribs. The mirror by the closet caught a glimpse of me: jaw set, eyes sharp with frustration, chest rising too fast. I looked like I’d been in a fight. Which I had. But the real fight was happening in my head. She thought she shouldn’t be here, with me. She thought she needed distance.

My feet move before I decide to. Slow. Heavy. Like something is pulling me forward. “No… I don’t need to see this again.” “Yes, you do.” “I don’t—” “You avoided it.” “I survived it.” “You buried it.” My hand trembles. “Because I had to.” “And now you don’t.” I reach the door. My reflection stares back at me in the dull metal surface. But it’s wrong. Different. Younger. More afraid. “This isn’t me.” “It is.” “No.”

It was still to come. Yusuf stopped behind her, so close that the warmth of his body seemed to caress her back, even though no touch had yet happened. "The mirror is cruel, Lauren." His voice whispered near her nape. "It shows everything. Even what you try to hide from yourself." She swallowed dryly. "But it is also fair," he continued. "Because it reflects, but it does not judge." A shiver ran from her heels to her nape. "Today, you will see yourself as I see you," he said. "And you will feel. Not with your skin. With everything."

So has her reflection in the mirror. What in God's name is happening

"What matters is the journey you seek, the answers you crave." My heart pounded in my chest as I exchanged a wary glance with my companions. The Trial of Reflection was known for its ability to test one's deepest desires and fears, revealing the truth that lay hidden within. It was said that those who faced this trial emerged forever changed, either enlightened or consumed by their own inner demons.

He shrugged his shoulder and turned toward the changing room. The lights at the end of the shower room burst and it startled Ryker who slammed himself into the doorpost. “Fuck!” He massaged the spot he had hit, cast one last glare at the darkened corner and moved into the room, muttering strings of curses. A few feet away, in that very dark corner, stood a being, a hood shielding its face, watching Ryker.

, she stammered. " Do you really want to know who I am?", the young lady cried as she deftly turned towards her. Gisella instinctively gulped down a loop in her throat. " Ye– yes, I want to know who you are and how you knew my name" She answered in a shaky voice. " I'm you, Gisella– I'm your reflection." She instinctively replied. Gisella gasped with hands over her mouth as she involuntarily sauntered back and the girl inched forward.

I said, my voice steady despite the unease creeping through me. The reflection laughed softly, the sound laced with mockery. “And what does that mean? Do you even understand? Or are you just parroting what you’ve been told?” “I’m here to confront myself,” I said firmly. “To accept every part of me, light and dark.” The reflection’s smirk widened. “Then let’s begin.” The mirror shimmered, and the reflection stepped out, becoming flesh and blood. She was identical to me, yet there was an undeniable power radiating from her - a confidence and ferocity I hadn’t yet claimed for myself. She circled me slowly, her eyes sharp and calculating.

She said as her image fades away "Lia！" I yelled and my image appeared in the mirror with a wicked smirk on its face "Come and save her" My image chuckled and it fades away. I placed my hand on the mirror and it penetrated inside. I walked into the mirror and it has glasses showing my reflection "Where are you, Lia？" I shouted and it echoed "Help！" Lia's voice echoed from all angles and I saw her in plain glass. I walked towards the glass and it cracked. "Daddy！" Lia's image appeared everywhere as she yelled