Reflekta Miraculous Novels & Stories

but before she could respond, a hand lifted calmly. Mira. “Professor,” Mira said gently, standing. “May I answer the question?” The professor smiled, pleased. “By all means. Finally, someone who values my lectures.” Scarlet’s fingers curled into fists under the desk. Mira straightened, confidence radiating from her like a slap. “Magical substances like enchanted crystals and refined stones can neutralize the effects of wolfbane when bonded properly to the bloodstream.” The professor clapped once. Then again. “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Well done, Mira.”

" I expressed. "How is he still alive?" Killian asked with shock written all over his face. "Don't worry. I am dead, my soul is trapped." Lord Malakar revealed. "I have to admit you really surprised me and proved to me that I might have underrated your magical ability Aria." "How do we break the mirror?" I asked, ignoring his compliment. "The only reason I am going to give you this secret reciepe is because you have made Seraphina an ordinary being again. But remember, until Seraphina is dead, you cannot rest." He said.

“You opened the gate.” Aria’s heart stuttered. “Who are you?” The reflection tilted her head. “I am what you refuse to see. I am every choice you regret, every darkness you buried.” Kael stepped forward, sword drawn. “You’re not real.” “Oh, I’m very real,” the reflection purred. “I am the part of her that survived every death. The piece Selene couldn’t destroy.” The mirror cracked, the sound slicing through the air. Light bled from the fracture lines like molten silver.

I said, my voice low as if speaking too loudly might disturb the forest itself. Evelina glanced at me, her beautiful brown eyes reflecting the faint light of the moon. “It’s called the Forest of Reflection for a reason,” she replied. “It’s said to show people their truths, whether they want to see them or not.” Evelina looked around curiously. “I wonder how that’s going to happen though. Is it another riddle we have to solve or maybe something we see in the reflection of the lake?” She shrugged. “I just hope we’re able to face our demons and move past here. Everyone is counting on us to come back with the Sacred Flame.”

I had completely forgotten that I had it on last night, it was like, it wasn’t on me the whole time we were having fun. “It glowed. Lime. Like a greenish yellow with a tiny bit of orange.” For a second we were both quiet and I just stared at him. Then I burst out into fits and Hector gave me a confused look. It was not like the other confused looks that was always accompanied by a smile, this one was a serious confused look. I finally composed myself to look at him and say. “Impossible.” He shook his head negatively as if he knew I was not going to believe him. “My pendant only glows white or gray, it can never glow to any other color.”

Melanie's POV "Don't you dare!" I growled when I saw Clara's high hand. In her hand was the supposed sacred knife - that, I recognized. Clara turned to me with surprise evident on her face. But sad for her, 'cause as soon as she turned, she was struck by an electrifying ray that emitted from my hands. She was sent flying across the room. She let out a loud scream when her back came in contact with the furnitures. Crashing sounds filled the atmosphere.

"I want you to be honest with everything you want me to do with your body, if you want, you can even make a bucket list and I will do my best to fulfill them. Anāl, role playing, BDSM, anything you want to try." Miracle became a sputtering mess and she opened and closed her mouth, unable to form a word, and her face was starting to blush a beautiful red. "Can you please tone down your words because you get me speechless everytime." She finally said, looking flabbergasted as hell.

And I had no fucking idea how to reach them. Elara moved to the far wall and pulled out something wrapped in faded cloth. When she unwrapped it, I saw a mirror — warped at the edges, blackened in the corners. Old. Dangerous. “The Mirror of the Waking Realm.” she said, offering it like a spellbound curse. “It can show what a person believes is real. Not what is. Not what was. But what they believe now.” Sophia’s breath caught. “If she’s really rewritten their minds,” Elara went on, “then this might help us see what that looks like. But it comes with a cost.”

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

One of the councillors — Elder Marrick, scarred from brow to chin — stepped forward, pointing a gnarled finger. “You’ve damned us. Every ledger, every prophecy warned against letting the First into flesh. Now it’s in you.” Killian’s head snapped toward him, and for a moment — only a moment — the shadows in the crypt bent with his gaze, pooling, thickening, as if they bowed to his attention. Marrick flinched, stumbling back. “I’m not it,” Killian said, quiet but sharp. “I’m still me.” “Are you?” Marrick spat. “Because I saw your eyes when you rose. I saw the vault answer you.”