Reflekta Miraculous Novels & Stories

This is my will! Ronnie’s body had completely flashed silver for a second and Raoul dropped him. His mother had run and crouched over him screeching, “What have you done to my poor boy?” “Oh, I cast quite an interesting spell I learnt. I am a bit of a scholar you see.“ Raoul has said calmly like he was explaining something to a child.“ It is called a mirror or speculo spell. I will give you the benefit of some of my very expensive education, so I suggest you listen very carefully. Speculo spells can be a dual purpose; One use is they can reflect light almost making the caster invisible as they are mirroring their surroundings. The other use, as your son is about to show, is to reflect the ac

Mia and Jack observed her behavior and followed her gaze. Jack stood up and some type of teleport signal was passed between his and Lucas eyes. Jack turned back to Alizey and Mia and ruffled Mia's hair and Alizeys hijab earning death glares from them. "Doofus!" Alizey says while fixing her hijab.

Mother Mary explained to Mirabel, who was staring at the Laki sand. She walked to a round stone table in the middle of the room and pressed her hand into the interior of the table, causing the inner part of the table to go in and shortly reveal a round orb that was emitting a dense blue light. "What is that?" Mirabel asked as she walked forward to stand beside Mother Mary at the table. "It's the Blue Miracle." Mother Mary smiled as she spoke and stared at the blue orb. "The Blue Miracle." Mirabel nodded as she repeated, completely clueless as to what the Blue Miracle was.

Floating above it was an ethereal figure, her form constantly shifting, as if made of water and mist. "Welcome, travelers," the figure intoned, her voice echoing throughout the chamber. "I am the Oracle of the Tidal Moons. You seek answers, but first, you must face the reflections of your soul." The vortex pulsed, and out of it emerged mirror-like apparitions, reflecting moments from our past, our fears, our joys, and our regrets. Seraphina's grip tightened on my hand as we faced our reflections. Memories of moments we'd forgotten, or chosen to forget, played out before us.

In the astral reflection, they witnessed the luminescent threads that bound them together, intertwined with the cosmic forces that shaped their celestial journey. The astral mirror revealed moments of strength and vulnerability, triumphs and challenges, all illuminated by the harmonious energies that flowed through their united souls. Victoria and Alexander, custodians of luminescent unity, embraced the astral reflection, recognizing the beauty in the ebb and flow of their cosmic connection.

There are phones everywhere and anyone can film me without my consent or knowledge at any time. It's amazing how my thoughts can distract me and wander as I stare in the mirror. The ghost staring back at me in the mirror is someone inwardly know anymore. I don't recognize myself. I only see pain, anger, and fear in the eyes of the woman in the mirror. She is angry. She isn't there, I want to be. Rosa knocks and knocks. I forgot she was there. I was so lost in thought that all noise was canceled, blocked out by fear.

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.' Sara 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.

“Good! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She smiled sweetly at me and offered me juice. “Mira , you are getting consumed” I whispered. She snugged her shoulder and went back to her seat. A few seconds later, her facial expression changed. Before I could speak. Gerald walked in. “Harry?” He called me with a slight nod and a suspicious look. “Babe?” He looked at Mira who looked like she was being maltreated. There was a lot going on and for the first time, I was glad I found out the truth. She wasn’t anything like the innocent and simple woman I fell for.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

"This is a heavy toxin. If he wasn't an Alpha, he’d be dead already." Ricardo turned to me. His eyes were no longer full of love. They were full of a terrifying, cold suspicion. The "Mirror of Malice" was back, and this time, the reflection was deadly. The doctor looked at the group, his eyes landing on me as the one who had served the plates. "Who prepared the food?"