Reflection A Twisted Tale Novels & Stories

Smiled. > “You used to hate your mouth,” the reflection said. Sera didn’t respond. > “Said it curved the wrong way when you lied.” The reflection stepped closer no glass between them. Just air. Just implication. > “I don’t lie.” Sera swallowed. > “You’re not me.” The reflection tilted its head. > “Not yet.” A pause. Then a shift. The reflection blinked. > “But I remember Lucien’s hands.” > “I remember the book Elise hid under the vent.”

Ajax’s flat expression remains as one of filthy and disgusting vampires (according to him) is touching his face. "Can't we just go straight to the ceremony and leave this disgusting cosmetics?" he snarled, eyes boring a hole to now scared regular vampires putting makeup on him. "Ajax, don't scare the makeup artist away. If you can't bear wearing heavy makeup—" "Y'all up for this? Pathetic." he said and rested his back on the chair, facing the mirror.

The room didn't just turn amber; it turned "Cold." From the Mirror, a figure began to emerge—not an Architect, but a "Reflection." It was a man who looked exactly like Silas Thorne, but his eyes were two solid pools of liquid silver. "The Mirror is not a looking glass," the reflection said. "It is a 'Peer Review'."

She typed a reply but couldn’t press send. Instead, she looked at the reflection again. Her own face stared back, pale and strained. Then, for one terrifying second, her reflection smiled. She didn’t. Olivia staggered backward, heart hammering. The reflection’s mouth moved silently, shaping words she couldn’t hear. Then, faintly, the reflection whispered through the glass, “He was never there.” And just like that, the light behind her flickered out, leaving her alone in the dark…

Then she asked, quietly, “What happens to you?” The reflection smiled sadly. “I become what you won’t.” And then it reached for her. Aelin reacted without thinking. Light surged from her palms, pure white this time — not the god’s gold, not shadow, but something else. It hit the reflection square in the chest. The other Aelin staggered back, the edges of its form flickering like smoke in a windstorm. “You can’t fight yourself,” it hissed. “You’ll break.” “Then I’ll break trying.”

The reflection staggered, its form flickering as the light consumed it. Alex stepped forward, the glow of their Nexus illuminating the chamber. “You’re right about one thing—I can’t do this alone. That’s why I have them. And they believe in me.” The reflection’s sneer faltered, and its form dissolved into wisps of shadow. The room brightened, and the walls of glass cracked and shattered, revealing the glowing path ahead. Reunion and Revelation

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

The reflection’s eyes burned with an eerie, golden light. The reflection stepped forward, the water rippling beneath their feet. “You wish to break the cycle, yet you are bound by it.” Elior’s heart pounded. “Who are you?” The reflection smiled. “I am what you could be. What you might become.” The reflection lunged. Elior barely raised his sword in time, their blades clashing with a force that sent ripples across the water. The reflection moved like a shadow, mirroring Elior’s every strike, every movement. It was a battle against himself, his fears, his doubts, his fate.

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

“Do you see that?” Before I could answer, the long table began to ripple, its polished surface turning fluid. Dozens of reflections stared back at us our faces, almost right. Almost. Then one of them smiled when we didn’t. “Step back!” I shouted. Too late. The reflection of Kael lunged forward, sword swinging through glass and air. The table exploded. Wood splintered, light shattered. For a heartbeat, the entire room screamed. I threw up my hand, shadows rushing out in a violent pulse. The air cracked like thunder. The false images burned, collapsing into smoke and salt. When the sound died, all that remained was dust and the faint smell of roses.