Smoke And Mirrors Novels & Stories

Jeremy’s dark and cold expression changed. Clearly, he was convinced by what Joy said. “You’re really smart, Bae. I’m too impatient. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll execute the plan when you say it’s time.” Then, they started shamelessly dirty talking. I hurriedly turned off the security footage, cradled my chest, leaned over the toilet bowl, and gagged. My eyes burned with such rage that they became bloodshot. I turned on the water tap and dunked my head into the water-filled basin. The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up.

At this point, a smart person should have answered, "Only you." Amelia said the same thing, and her expression was really sincere. There was nothing wrong in theory, his past and future selves were both him. The young man looked calm and just said "oh," straightened his already neat sleeves, and said, "By your chaise lounge, sis, there was a magic mirror. When you were drunk and picking people by the chin, there were quite a few scenes. When you were sleeping, I watched some clips. This mirror is actually a rare tool for catching demons. A lot of cultivators wanted to use it. You didn't let it go to waste, but the way you used it was pretty new."

I ran past the sculpture and down the narrow passage, hearing footsteps behind me but not caring enough to turn around. My vision blurred, making it almost impossible to see clearly or judge distances accurately. I quickly covered my nose when I saw the black smoke moving in sinuous, swirling patterns, almost like liquid darkness. It had a shimmering, oily quality, reflecting the faint light from Stalagtor’s luminescent eyes. Though the smoke was primarily black, it occasionally pulsed with eerie glows of deep purples and greens, hinting at a supernatural energy and ancient magic. Even after covering my nose, it was difficult for me to slow down my breath.

Mira frowned and looked at him when she inhaled the smoke. "Are you serious?" He smirked at her. "What? Do you want some drags?" She smirked when he asked that. "Yes!" He frowned when she said yes. "You smoke?" His frown deepened when she took the cigarette from his hand and smirked at him. "No but thank you!" "Mira!" He called her when she walked towards the other end and flicked the cigarette towards the dump of dry grass which was kept for horses. "What did you do?" He cursed when he saw the fire igniting in the dumb.

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

Mira spoke slowly, as the thought at the back of her mind kept gnawing at her “I mean, we should regroup…. See what harvest father and godfather have before deciding hastily.” “Regardless of what they find, this can be like a spark…. A smoke screen to flush those scoundrels out.” Cornelius pursed his lips as he decided before turning to pacify Mira “I know what you want to say…. But in a roundabout way, this can also be a smoke screen to divert everyone’s attention away if what we are hoping for becomes a reality.” “Um” Baldwin and Jack hummed in agreement; Mira too slowly nodded as she realized the wisdom behind his words.

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

As I see the warlock’s eyes shift, I can see he tosses his arms in the air, not thinking of the consequences of killing me. I throw my hands up in the air, using my secret weapon to counter the attack. I needed to create a mirror image of what the warlock would toss out so it would bounce back to him and destroy him instantly. As I toss the mirror in the air, shards of glass rain down on both of us as his rage bounces off the mirror and directly targets him.

They were what they were. As they bounded against the surface of the mirrors that lined the room, they became flaming seeds. Instead of giving rise to miniature warriors of Light, as the Voice used to do in every home in Motherland, these seeds were doubled and trebled and infinitely multiplied by the mirrors, until Andrei and Svetlana stood in the heart of a fiery storm, flames leaping high around them, above and below. But the inferno emitted no heat. The firestorm raged but did not consume.

It did not matter if he was cursing at them, but he was actually cursing at their boss. Sienna stopped them from taking action with just one look, then pointed at another door before she said to the professor, “Professor Lawrence, the Universal Atrium doesn’t only have a virtual world, we also have a mirror projection. I’ll do as you say if you still think that my shop is not worthy of this name after you watch this. How about that?” Professor Lawrence curled his lips in disdain. “What’s a mirror projection? It sounds fancy.” Sienna explained patiently, “You only need to provide a photo, and the person in the photo will appear before your eyes. This is a mirror projection.”