Smoke And Mirrors Novels & Stories

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

The White Queen gathered the black smoke and tried her hardest to seal it onto the ball itself. The black smoke materialised to pick up the form of the black witch, and she turned to laugh in a horrific voice. The smoke spoke, "How are you, Mira...? Hope you are dry." The white queen asked, "What do you want...?" The smoke replied, "Ha... What do I want? I crave an act of revenge. I preferred to destroy everything you possessed. I want to wind everything into ashes. I want to see your tears like I was moaning about it for years."

The reflections changed, showing not just their present selves but fragments of their pasts. Anna froze as one mirror displayed a scene from her childhood—her and her younger brother playing in the backyard, laughter filling the air. She reached out instinctively, but Logan grabbed her wrist. “Don’t,” he said sharply. “The mirrors here are meant to distract you. They’ll show you things to lure you off the path.” Anna nodded, pulling her hand back. “It felt so real.” “That’s the point,” Logan said grimly. Mia gasped, drawing their attention to another mirror. This one showed a memory of her in a dimly lit room, hunched over a table filled with scattered papers and strange artifacts. Her expre

So, I am not able to see the one standing behind the mirrors of the room, but they can see me and communicate with me. Four mirror-like walls are enclosing this room: the mirror of reality, the mirror of fear, the mirror of sins and guilt and the mirror of retribution and punishment. The first mirror is the mirror of reality. That one is displaying the true self of the one imprisoned. I looked at that one and… goddamn, do I look like shit, I look like long haired butterfaced ogre, all swollen, with broken bones jutting through my lacerated skin, which was plagued with cuts and bruises. My hair is knotted, sticky, and full of blood and dust. It is matted, dirty and all over the place. I look

Mira clutched her forehead and rubbed it furiously to fight the on-coming headache. "Do you smell smoke?" She heard voices on the other side of the room. Cursing, she snapped her fingers and sat down and everything was back in place as if nothing ever happened. There was a knock, and she used her powers to open the door. "Yes?" She leaned back in her chair, feigning uninterest. "My guards said they smelled smoke." Axel said as he walked in, looking around. "Why didn't they ask themselves?" She asked. "They are scared of you, of course." Axel laughed.

“But you also have to learn how to smile. I never seen you smiling even once.” “There is no reason for me to smile,” she told him what she truly feels. “I will give you a reason, then. Just wait after the party. I will tell you something that will make you smile.” He said as he left the wardrobe. “What is it, my lord? Are you going to free me?” Lucas looked back at her as he stepped out of the door. “It’s something like that,” he said and smirked. “So, learn to smile, Camila. Or should I force you to smile?”

Christian left the party early as well. *** “The forest rangers will monitor the Wild hunt. They are the skilled people who know how to trick the Forest of Mirrors. Now, there are no real mirrors in this forest, but mists that reflect things, events, or even memories. You can see yourself in that mist with people you’ve never met before. That mist is an illusion of reality, just like a mirror,” uncle Logan addressed the campers before the Wild hunt began. Carys and I had heard this speech several times. Almost every time we entered these forests.

I have been trying to research them, they don’t play, nor do they show mercy to those who challenge them. I am still cursing inside when he casts a spell, filling the room with smoke and R-pack shows up. “You don’t use mirrors,” I murmur, and he literally almost bites my head off. “That is a traitorous object! Never to be trusted!” I want to ask what the mirror did because in my readings it is what the witches used to spy and even get to places when I hear them. “What…what is that?” That is something I have never heard before. It is more terrifying than any sound I have heard here.

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

“I gave them to you so you could see love. Not what Echo shows you. Not what the mirrors of glass and machine whisper. Real love.” He shuddered, his fingers gripping the wooden edge of her chair. “I don’t know what I see. Sometimes it’s fire. Sometimes it’s blood. Sometimes… it’s me, standing over bones.” Mira-Eve smiled, faint, unearthly. “That isn’t you. That’s what Echo wants you to believe. What you see isn’t what you are.” Her words slipped into him like balm over burns. He sat with her long into the night, her blind eyes teaching him more than any sighted gaze could.