Reflekta Miraculous Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Almost… elegant. She walked barefoot across the mirrored surface, her reflection perfect beneath her. Her voice slid like a scalpel between them: “You killed the seed. Well done.” “Now let’s see what grows.” Syra stepped in front of Sera. “If this is another test ” Mira tilted her head. “It’s not a test, Syra.” She smiled the kind that always meant war. “It’s a reckoning.” The sky split. The mirrored ground cracked. The reflections Sera-as-Mira, Syra-as-Kirin rose from the surface, pulling themselves into being.

The earth glowed faintly beneath her feet and at its center… a mirror. Not made of glass. It wasn't truly solid. It shined… a surface of water, reflectionless, rimmed by roots that curled like fingers around it. Crystal stepped forward. Her mark flared. Then, the mirror rippled She saw, Flashes. A child born under a blood moon. A flame hidden in a wolf’s skin. Elira’s hand, outstretched over a crib. A whisper; “This one. This is the one who will open it.”

When Camille arrived home after meeting with Michael, she was filled with an inner glow that she had never felt before. It was as if she’d been given hope in life again. It sounded exaggerated, but Michael was truly the breath of fresh air that she had needed for a long time now. She went straight towards the guest room and stopped before the mirror, staring at her reflection. At that moment, Michael’s words came back to her. ‘You’re still so beautiful,’ he had told her in German.

But the older witches long for this time when they will once again be able to see and experience the grandure of how it was before the reign of the black witches. Mira suddenly felt a feeling of belongingness and unaware that tears are steaming from her eyes washing the stain in the mother crystal a tear that was like magic spreads and cleanse the years of oppression and bad deeds. Then when the mother crystal was totally cleaned and clear of any stain, Mira was envelope with incandescent reflection. An apparition appeared in front of her, glowing with equally bright reflection. The eyewitness ot what is happening was in awe. 'Mira my daughter I have been waiting for a long time for you

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.

she said checking some clothes out but this time for herself. "How is this helping me?" I annoyingly adjusted the cloth I had on, looking at myself in the mirror. 'I think I like this' I thought turning around admiring the cloth. The white skirt, even though it contrasted greatly with my skin colour, complimented it as well. The spaghetti strapped pale pink blouse hugged my upper body firmly, exposing my curves. The flowing floral printed jacket completed the look making me look and feel pretty.

She was dressed in the simple clothes she remembered from before transmigration. For a moment, she thought she had returned home. Then she saw the mirror. It stood several meters away. Elara approached it slowly. Her reflection stared back. But it wasn't copying her. The reflection smiled. Elara stopped. "Who are you?" The reflection raised one hand. Elara didn't. "Who do you think I am?" Elara stepped backward. The reflection stepped forward. "You've spent so long asking who created you." The mirror cracked. "You never asked who wanted you to exist."

Julia cut in, folding her arms over her chest. “White Wolves are not a curse. They bring great fortune to the packs they are born into.” Julia laughed. “Great fortune? Are you fucking serious? Carlos, tell him.” His words were still sinking in. That thing inside her wasn't some strong, powerful White Wolf. It was a curse. ‘No, you don’t want to believe it because then you have to face what you’ve done,’ Matt growled. ‘Shut the fuck up.’ I had done what needed to be done.