Smoke In Mirrors Novels & Stories

Roman’s presence didn’t extinguish it , it fueled it. “I feel nothing,” she said, the lie smooth on her tongue. Roman’s eyes darkened, and a faint, dangerous smile ghosted across his mouth. “Lies suit you.” He stepped around her, their reflections separating. The moment broke like glass. Roman stopped at the table beside the mirror. Crystal decanters lined its surface, glimmering with amber liquid. He poured two glasses without looking at her. “Do you know why mirrors are sacred in our history?” he asked, tone soft, conversational again. “Because they reveal what the flesh conceals. A mirror never lies.”

Whether he was a genuine ally or simply using me as a pawn in a power struggle did not matter yet; he had offered me a thread, and I was desperate enough to pull it. ​I folded the paper into a tight strip and thrust it into the burning coals of the fireplace, watching it turn to ash in seconds. ​I turned toward the far wall of the room. The grand silver-framed mirror stood nearly seven feet tall, its polished glass reflecting the flickering firelight and my own pale, determined face. ​I walked over to the mirror, placing my hands on the heavy mahogany frame. It was surprisingly heavy, secured to the stone wall by iron brackets. I leaned around the right edge, peering into the dark gap betwee

"We need to get you to the Vault. Now. If the Mirror is dead, the seal on the first curse-" She didn't finish. Because the Mirror pulsed. Even cracked, even dead on the floor, it pulsed once. Black smoke poured out of the crack and formed words in the air. *ONE REMAINS. ONE AWAKENS. ONE COMES FOR HER.* Then the smoke shot straight into my chest. I screamed.

Those who were cursing me moments ago were now holding their breath. Every single eye turned to Tania, who was shaking like a leaf. "No... it's not like that..." Tania shook her head frantically, her voice shrill. "It's a lie! It's a trap Evelyn set up!" But no one bought it. The Blood Mirror was an artifact of the First Vampires. It never lied. Valerius rose to his feet. Hellfire blazed in his eyes. The crushing aura of a Lord suffocated the room.

“It is Mira’s. The company was founded by Greg. Mira’s biological father “. My mom swallowed hard as tears rolled down her cheeks. He sobbed bitterly while I digested the truth. “Mom, is this a joke? Why would dad do that? What happened to Mira’s father? What is happening here?”. I was going crazy. My mental state was in shambles. “It is a long story, baby”. My mom paused and brought out a pack of cigarettes. My eyes popped open. It was the first time in forever I had seen her drinking and smoking.

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

In the dimness, Alex sat alone, facing a bottle of liquor on the table. Despite being known as someone who didn't usually partake in smoking or drinking among their circle, the ashtray held evidence to the contrary, with several cigarette butts scattered inside. Sieg glanced at the ashtray. He clicked his tongue, urging Alex, "Come on, spill it. I'm listening." Alex simply raised his eyes to meet his gaze. He still remained silent. The cigarette in his hand burned, and the sparks steadily crept up until he extinguished it between his fingers.

It did not cause her much time after all. She smiled at the mirror again, with the blouse in her body. She brushed her black hair, and she appears to be flexing in the mirror. She was startled by a noise. She turned to the door to see it bulging on its hinges again and again. Her pursuer is trying to take it down. Suddenly black smoke started to enter the room by the bottom of the door. It appears that the sill was broken, maybe by kicking. The smoke started to contaminate the air and later on it will trigger the worm to get out of her body.

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

The club suddenly filled with thick smoke. Coughs erupted all around, spreading fast. People stumbled, choking, their laughter turning into panic. The man behind Serena gagged harder than the rest, clutching his throat as the air grew heavy. And in the smoke ,silver eyes burned. Serena froze mid-dance, her heartbeat slamming in her chest. The air carried something she recognized instantly. That scent of jasmine and burning wood. Her mind spun, the haze of alcohol breaking for just a second. She turned slowly toward the source, blinking through the mist.