Reflekta Miraculous Novels & Stories

It had not been there yesterday. "This mirror was never here before," Nyra breathed, stepping forward on unsteady feet. Selene’s hand closed around her arm. "It reflects… something else." Ryker chuckled, but it was hollow. "Looks like trouble." Kaelan’s amber eyes narrowed. "It pulses with void magic." At her command, guards formed a cautious circle, yet none dared touch the frame. The mirror’s surface shimmered, and Nyra’s reflection blurred. For a heartbeat, she saw herself, only her eyes burned silver, her lips curled in cruelty.

Akira chuckled,blood spilling out of her mouth onto Mirabel's face, “did anyone ever tell you you talk too much? I mean what are you stalling for?” “Enough wasting time, you could have used your last words to beg for something but have it your way…” Surprise etchedin her face as Akira forcefully smacked her head with a headlamp so hard that she staggering a few steps backwards. "Repello! Vi murali, retorsum te pello. Ad parietem impelle, et illic te defigo!" Under the influence of a telekinetic force, Mirabel found herself floating backwards the farthest wall, sticking to it, unable to move.

"My granddaughter is alive, and she is more deserving of Nethras than half of you are of your thrones." For a moment, I saw Selena flinch. Just slightly. Just enough to know that Grandmother had drawn blood. "Enough," Lord Valerius's voice cut through the burgeoning argument. He looked at me, his gaze lingering on my wrist where the Moon Seal pulsed. "Bring forth the Mirror of Reflection." --- The First Trial: Reflection Attendants wheeled forth the massive slab of mercury-backed crystal again. It was taller than I was, its surface rippling like the skin of a living thing. The mirror didn't reflect light - it seemed to absorb it, drawing the blue torchlight into its depths like a predator dr

The Mirror of Desires was one of the most revealing rituals of the solstice. In the Hall of Reflections, tall enchanted mirrors lined the walls, showing not only one’s physical form but also flickering visions of deepest, hidden longings. Guests were encouraged to stand before them and confront what their hearts truly craved before the final nights.

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

The Mirror's Heart They reached the Spire's apex. There, suspended in a vacuum of violet light, was the Reflector-Node—a massive, rotating crystal that was currently focusing the "Sun-Data" of the Macro-verse toward the Sovereign Valley's coordinates. "It’s beautiful," Julian’s voice came from the air itself. "And it’s fragile. It’s built on a 'Single-Point-of-Failure'—the assumption that nothing from the outside would ever touch it." Elara stepped onto the platform, her boots clattering against the glass floor. She raised her stick. In this digital world, it wasn't made of wood or obsidian; it was a blade of Pure Intent.

JELENA “Sit,” Mira says. “Uhm... okay,” I reply as I walk toward the sitting area where several bowls have been laid out on a small table. The room is still as silent as ever.The strange glow around us flickers softly, making everything look unreal that I hesitate before taking a seat. “Each bowl contains the qualities you lack as an individual,” Mira explains. “Before the judges, not even the smallest atom of weakness can be shown.” My eyes drift toward the bowls again, they all contain the same thing, a transparent liquid so clear that I can see my reflection in it.

Marcus watched from the yard’s edge while Morgana and I worked through what she called active reflection — not just refusing a curse at the immunity level but taking the structure of it, finding its architecture, and returning it along its own path. “The immunity is passive,” Morgana explained. “It encounters dark magic and dissolves it. Reflection is active — you have to engage with the curse’s construction while it’s hitting you, understand it fast enough to redirect it.” She looked at me. “It’s harder. It’s also significantly more useful against a coordinated attack.” “Because reflected curses—” “Hit the caster,” she said. “Yes.” The practice targets were stone columns Marcus had arranged

A faint chuckle escaped him, but it quickly turned to a wince. Mira’s panic surged. “Okay, no. I’m not watching you die from magical proximity issues.” She stood abruptly. “There has to be another way.” The air around her shimmered again—the same pale light as before—and she realized: the mirror shards. They were glowing, vibrating. Each shard reflected her—but not just her. Seraphina too. Mira’s breath quickened. “If the curse connects through reflection…” She grabbed one of the shards. “Then maybe it can reflect me back.”

The door opened and revealed a big circular area with a mirror as its floor. A large crystal was at the center of the room, it was transparent but it refracted the light that passed through it. "The formation will scan your sea of consciousness, don't oppose it or the test won't be accurate. Now sit and stare at your reflections on the floor, I will activate the inscriptions." Megan moved toward the crystal and took out a shining gem. 'That should be worth one hundred Credits.' Lucinda judged before she sat and stared at her reflection. Her skin was smooth and slightly pale, her eyebrows were thin and her eyes were bright.