Smoke In Mirrors Novels & Stories

“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?”

Chapter 28 The mirror emitted smoke from its sides, reaching out for my nostrils, which soon aired a cough in me. My eyes stung, and I waved my hand to the air, trying to whip it off in front of my face. “What . . .” I eye one last whiff of that fog moving away before my gaze lowered to what its absence revealed. Behind all that smoke was a large moving image of Shadowridge Pack, just seconds as I was passing away. It’s as if I’m seeing it from another person’s point of view, as though I’m standing from the crowd witnessing my own self dying afar.

Kaiden screamed as he felt his insides burning with an unquenchable flame. However, black smokes suddenly filled the room, blinding everyone and with it came a voice, “oh no, not today my dark prince,” the feminine voice chuckled and with that, Malachi and Damien were thrown away from Mary by an invisible force and Sean and Steven were tired by up the dark smoke, preventing them from moving. Irene had to let Melissa go to defend herself from the smoke and so built up a shield to protect herself. A form of smoke swam to Rasmus and Aliyah, intending to take her away but Edward growled and sent out a bolt of blue fire to the smoke, forcing it to withdraw.

I can only thought of what's going to happen and how bloody and painful it was to remain standing in this smokey of place, waiting for that deadly thing to fell right on where I stood. That very moment, a voice of a thousands plea come across my ears. Then a glowing of light stabbed through the smoke that surround the place. It glow gently accompanied by the plea of voices. “Come, come,” the indistinct voices. I scream to realize how creepy the voices are. Yet, my death was the possibility that falling me into a far more despair. The approaching fragments of the giant mirror was a horrored to even mention. The sight of it collapse me to the ground. My heart so heavy that I couldn't lift up a

The reflection of my true self. I grinned evilly. "Show yourself, Tezcatlipoca. Explain to me what is happening with this body!" I asked while summoning the god of mirrors. Not long enough, the mirror created a crack. The cracks glowed a bright yellow light. After that, I jumped in terror as smoke started to appear everywhere. I gasped and instantly dropped the mirror on the ground. The smoke began to pour out everywhere. A figure began to form in front of me. Slowly, a man's familiar figure finally completed.

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

Smoke stared at the place where the Black Mamba was coiling and uncoiling without striking under Sprout’s careful watch. “My brother seems to be in a bit of a state of shock,” said Mirrors, backing down a little. “He’s not himself.” “He seemed entirely sure of himself earlier,” said Hayden. Mirrors held Smoke by the shoulders and pulled him away from the group. “I beg your pardon! Please excuse us momentarily Alpha Hayden, Luna Corinna, Beta Titan,” said Mirrors, nodding his head respectfully in the direction of each of them as he said their names.

"I'm glad you like the smell too." Just as he took a peek at the right mirror, he noticed that she was fiddling her thumbs on her lap once again. She was nervous, he figured then thought that it wasn't such a wonder since this is their first time being almost physically close aside from sitting side-by-side on the stools attached to his kitchen countertop and in an environment aside from his house too. He turned his eyes sideways to look at the rear-view mirror, then the left-wing and the right-wing once again, and noticed that her nose suddenly perked and when he focused his eyes back on the road, he heard faint sniffs and her voice asked, "Do you smoke?"

said a gloomy voice out of nowhere making Iliana jump a foot in the air . And then to her horror something smoky pearly white came out of the unconscious Chelsea , whatever it was it looked like light made liquid or like wind made solid . The pearly white smoke swirled around the hanging Chelsea and slowly drifted down before it materialized . It was Chelsea or her smoky counterpart Because it just looked like her , dreadful, hurt and bleeding minus a solid body . " Heh, its funny to see Myself standing in front of me but looks like you have been skimping on the mystic toner , I can see pores opening on my face " commented the smoky Chelsea .

My lips parted slightly. “Thank you,” I whispered. Mira smiled. “That is why I am here,” she said. I was about to respond when something strange brushed my nose. A smell. At first, faint. Then stronger. Then sharp. My eyes narrowed slightly. Mira paused too. Her smile faded. We both sniffed the air again. And suddenly—A thick, burning scent invaded the room like smoke. Mira’s eyes widened. “Oh my God!” she gasped. My heart jumped.