Reflection A Twisted Tale Novels & Stories

She had done that countless times, after all she once considered her a friend but that era was over. “Do you think the world revolves around you, Miss Whore?” She asked scornfully as she rolled her eyes disdainfully. Mirabel gritted her teeth in annoyance as her eyes reddened in anger. She stood up instantly as her palm landed on Emilia's cheeks. Emilia wasn't expecting the sudden attack as she staggered backwards from the impact. “That's exactly how a whore behaves, you uncultured fool.” Emilia chuckled softly as she wiped off the blood from her cracked lips. In the twinkle of an eye, she lifted her hand as it made its way to Mirabel’s cheek.

Hurriedly, I faced the mirror and touched my face. As I saw the reflection of myself in the mirror, I wiped out the tears and smiled. Like, come on! I was this gorgeous?! I giggled and scoffed at refraining from laughing. I decided to jump myself in the bathtub when I saw it was filled with water and soap with flowers. Did they have known I gained consciousness? I smirked and played with the bubbles on my body, caressing each part like I missed being touched for a long time. I was about to scrub my arm when I noticed a small tattoo on my left hand's wrist.

“I think I should talk to my doppelganger or we can never escape from this place,” “What? Are you serious? You don’t know what kind of person is she? You can’t risk it?” “Are you going to accompany me or not?” I asked my last question. Madelaine POV: We almost reached the lake. I know we can’t repair it but I’m determined that I will find a way out of this hell. "Are you sure we can do this? " Alex asked me.

Because it wasn’t just something outside me. The reflection had changed. And this time? It wasn’t smiling anymore. But this time? It wasn’t smiling anymore. Its eyes—my eyes—glowed gold, then deeper. They shifted past the color of flame to something colder. Hollow. It raised one hand against the cracked obsidian, and I watched as the reflection’s skin fractured like porcelain, light bleeding through the breaks like veins of lava. I stopped running. “Lena—keep moving!” Maxwell’s voice cut through the fog.

Or rather—something that looked like her. The reflection stood there, its features identical to Lena’s. Same dark eyes, same determined set of the jaw. But its presence was all wrong. The air around it shimmered with the Rift’s energy, distorting like heat waves. And its eyes—Lena’s eyes—were not human. They were void. “You are unworthy,” the reflection said, its voice layered and fractured. Lena’s hands clenched into fists. “I don’t care what you think.” The reflection tilted its head, as if amused. “Then prove it.”

In its center, resting on a cradle of obsidian root, was an object none of them expected to see. A mirror. But not reflective. It was matte. Shadowed. It absorbed light instead of returning it. Jessica approached it, breath hitching. “It’s the Uncoded Mirror.” Torin crossed his arms. “The one Helix tried to replicate. And failed.” Eleni moved beside them. “Because it doesn’t show what we are. It shows what we refuse to become.” Lena stood before it. And the room fell still again. “I thought we came to remember,” she said.

The combination—the playful heat of Zariah, the grounding strength of Malik—made Imani feel like she was melting from the inside out. Imani pressed closer to Zariah, letting her warmth envelope her, lips brushing softly along Zariah’s jaw in a teasing, slow exploration. Zariah responded, cheek against Imani’s, fingers dancing lightly across her arm, light but electric. Malik’s hand moved slightly higher, holding her firmly, grounding her in the overwhelming sensation of being caught between two.

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.

Viola warned and before we both could react she flew away as this wolf growled at her. While it was busy growling to Viola I took the chance to pull myself up and with all my strength I jabbed the arm pole arrow to its neck. I backed away when it growled so loud as it looked at me furiously and bit my right hand before I was swung in the air and flew to where. I got hit by a tree causing me to feel like I had a broken bone, I vomited blood when I fell to the ground. I tried to stand up but I felt like I had been beaten with a hammer and fell to the ground again.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.