Reflekta Miraculous Novels & Stories

But, on the other hand, he could also feel that those new mirror images had the same strength as the other ones and not any weaker. According to this logic, wasn’t this woman an army by herself? This was just… entirely outrageous! “I definitely have not made a mistake!” All the Hermiones surrounded Alex and said at the same time, and their voice sounded like an echo in a movie theater. “Do you know who my master is? She’s basically the Goddess of Time, a real goddess. This is a prehistoric divine artifact given to me by her, the Reflective Eye. It can determine whether a person has the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell. As long as you’re willing to let me have a share of it…”

Lira (POV) The Mirror Witch wasn’t a person. Not exactly. She was a vessel. A reflection turned inward until it grew teeth. They said she remembered the truth of every spiral ever carved—what it took, what it broke, what it left behind. Not memory like people carry. Memory like stone does—scar-deep, silent, unyielding. Kael once called her a “Reckoner.” Said she didn’t judge, didn’t forgive—just showed you what you already were, and made you name it.

One Kael turned his head, staring directly at them, then smiled, wrong, too wide, the glass rippled. “Kael,” Lira said. “It’s moving.” “I see it.” Before he could react, the reflection stepped out of the mirror, its form solidifying into flesh and bone. Its eyes were silver, glowing faintly. “I’m what’s left,” the reflection said, voice low and steady. “The part you buried when you ran from her death.” Kael drew his blade, pulse spiking. “You’re not real.” The reflection tilted its head. “Then why do you bleed when I do this?”

MIRA'S POV:- "The powers she just used were exactly like the powers Fredrick possessed. And Mira was gifted her powers by the late Mr and Mrs MacCarthy. And everyone in this courtroom knows that Fredrick's powers were nothing like his parents. He was different. He was a hybrid. And the main reason why I am called in this courtroom. Mrs Mira MacCarthy, that is what I would call her after knowing the fact that she is pregnant with Mr Fredrick MacCarthy's child." I gasped loudly as I heard what that old man said in the end. My eyes moistened up as I covered my mouth with my palm.

Smirking at him, Amara raised her hand in front of the congregation, "Minho has something to share." Minho gave her another dirty look, quick enough so only Amara would notice. But it was too late. The spotlight was on him now, so he squared his shoulders to address his brethren. "The Filipino Mirror is here," he announced somewhat reluctantly. As expected, gasps arose from the legions of angels behind him, and those on stage sat astounded in their seats. Even Michael, who usually didn't get fazed, was taken aback. "Minho found her by accident," Amara reported.

Kent shouted as the men immediately leave to look for the key. Atasha looked around her while the laughter continued to echo in her brain. Atasha seemed to suffocate even more because she saw that she was the only one in that place and the door was closed in front of her, which made her cry even more. “Your timer starts now Atasha.” She heard again that again that made her stoop up. She starts to lose her mind and was dropping everything she could see that was there in the sink. “I do not want!!!” She cried until she looked in front of her. She saw her own reflection holding her messy hair and it was like she was really going crazy. She became quiet and gradually reached her own reflection i

Power surged to the surface, crackling through her veins. The reflection’s fingers met hers. And the world shattered. --- Inside the Rift’s Domain Lena was falling. Or maybe she wasn’t. The world around her was endless void, shifting between deep black and swirling violet. The Rift wasn’t just present here—it was this place. And her reflection stood across from her, completely untouched. “You take what isn’t yours,” it said. Lena clenched her fists, ignoring the weight pressing against her chest. “I never wanted this.” The reflection smirked. “Then why do you keep using it?”

Light exploded from the relic in a blinding flash, swallowing everything. The brilliant radiance of the relic dulled, soaking the chamber in a horrid, scintillating mist. Luna heaved with effort as the relic pulsed against her skin. Powered inside her now was a raging storm barely held in check, and her fists were clenched tightly. Mira's jaw worked, lips curling. "You think this is about justification? About morality? This is about survival. Without the moon's favor, we're nothing."

There was something maternal about the way she interacted with Elara, a gentle presence that had become a source of comfort over the years. As they walked through the gallery, Miriam’s attention was drawn to a small painting tucked away in a corner—a piece Elara had painted herself. It was abstract, filled with sweeping strokes of deep blues and vibrant oranges, representing the emotional turmoil Elara had experienced during her battle with Cassia and her journey toward healing. Miriam paused in front of the painting, her gaze thoughtful. “This piece,” she said softly, “it feels so personal. Like a reflection of everything you’ve been through.”

“Sounds awful.” “It was effective,” he said simply. Nyra nodded. “Classic soul-mirroring technique. Rooted in the same logic as the Confession Basin near Aemrys. Structural Arcana: Reflection and Reversal, Volume 1, page 93.” Thalia leaned toward me. “Does she ever not have a reference?” “I’m starting to suspect no,” I whispered. “I heard that,” Nyra said calmly, turning the page. Despite myself, I smiled. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward.