Novelas y relatos de Reflekta Miraculous

Instead, pitch-dark light pulsed around it. I’d never seen anything pulse with so much magic. It looked like it had swallowed a black moon and now dared us to come closer. “That’s the Mirror of Veritas,” The High Chancellor whispered behind me. I flinched slightly at the sound of his deep, commanding voice, but my curiosity quickly overpowered my surprise. “What’s the Mirror of Veritas?” “The Mirror of Veritas reflects your darkest truth.” He replied and a shiver ran down my spine. What could be my darkest truth?

she whispered. Her reflection smiled. Lila recoiled, heart slamming in her chest. “No…” The reflection didn’t mirror her movement. It tilted its head, eyes glowing amber-gold instead of hazel. A cruel, knowing smile tugged at its lips. “Finally,” the reflection said softly, its voice identical to hers but layered with an echo that carried ancient malice. “You’ve woken.” Lila stumbled backward, scrambling in the dirt. “You’re not real—” “Oh, I’m as real as you,” the reflection interrupted, stepping out of the water like it was air. Droplets hung around her like frozen tears. “You’ve been asleep for a long time, Lila. Too long.”

She inhaled slowly and continued, her tone stronger now, almost commanding. “Per ignem lucernae… Per umbram cordis… Revela quod latet in mente.” The candle flame suddenly stretched taller. My wolf growled. Miranda’s fingers twitched slightly as if she had touched something unexpected. Then she whispered the last part, slower… more careful. “Non fracta… sed ligata… Non perdita… sed custodita…” Miranda’s eyes snapped open. Her fingers were still touching Aria when she suddenly pulled back slightly, like she had brushed against something that didn’t belong there.

“That’s not how reflections work.” The figure tilted its head. Afnan’s breath caught. It hadn’t mirrored her movement. It had reacted. Independently. “No…” she whispered. The reflection took a step forward. Afnan instinctively stepped back again. The distance between them closed anyway. The air grew colder. “He said reflections weren’t copies…” Afnan murmured, her pulse pounding. The Keeper’s voice came calmly. “They are not.” The reflection’s eyes flickered. Silver, then red.

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

My body ached, my feet blistered, but I didn’t lie down. I sat in the dark, staring out the window. Rain trickled down the glass, catching the faint orange glow of a streetlight outside. My reflection stared back at me—tired eyes, damp hair, and hollow cheeks. And behind that reflection, I saw hers. She had a perfect face. She assumed a confident stance. I pressed my palms flat against the table, my nails digging into the wood. Who was she? Why did she look exactly like me? And why did I feel like I had just witnessed something I shouldn’t have?

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

He understands what Reyan’s reflection meant. Not only Reyan is not from here, indicating his reflection not having a face, but also, Reyan is a mysterious being that can travel to the other worlds, thus his reflection having a deformed body. So, Hierro can deduce that this lake can reveal one’s real form (identity) through their reflection. Fortunately, though, for Hierro and Reyan, their reflections can only be seen by themselves. Thus, their real identities weren’t revealed to the others, or else they would definitely scare them, making them think that they might be monsters!