Smoke In Mirrors Novels & Stories

A soft smile was on his face that quickly disappeared. It was different from the evil smirks or mischievous grins he had most of the time. It was a genuine smile that made his eyes sparkle. I was starting to see what those girls saw in him. "You know shooting stars are meteors, right?" There was a bit of smugness in his voice. I took the last bit of my shawarma, chewing it lightly. "Science ruins everything fun." I sneered. Mikhail pulled out the cigarette, holding it between his fingers. The scent of burnt tobacco and several chemicals, which were unhealthy, lingered. The edges crack lightly as it burns.

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

However, before I even reached the front entrance, I saw black smoke billowing out of the blazing house. Immediately, I thought about my son, Harrison Ellis, who should be sleeping in his room. Wasting no time, I drenched a piece of tissue to cover my nose and mouth before rushing in. As soon as I entered the living room, I could feel the flames licking at my skin. The pain intensified as boils soon formed on my red, swollen skin. Every time I breathed in, it felt as though I were inhaling burning hot coals. Even my throat felt like it'd been scalded, causing so much pain that I couldn't even speak. My tears flowed uncontrollably.

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.

It smells like a chemical fire. I pick up the heavy silver mirror. I look at my reflection. My face is red. My eyes are wild. My hair is a mess of feathers and sweat. I look like a monster. Good. I throw the mirror. It hits the closet door. It cracks, spiderwebbing the glass. My reflection fractures into a hundred jagged pieces. I scream. It isn't a word. It is a sound. A primal roar that tears out of my throat and vibrates in my chest.

His body went rigid, and from the mirror, hands of purple smoke emerged, slowly pulling him inside. Maya tried to pull Aron back, but the smoke hands were too strong. Siron reacted. He pulled out the ritual knife and struck the mirror. The knife bounced off. The mirror didn't break. "You cannot destroy desire with violence," the Temptress’s voice echoed from within the mirror. "Desire is a part of every living thing." "Let him out!" Siron shouted. "He has already chosen. Just as the others have." Aron was now halfway into the mirror. Maya desperately tried to pull him, but suddenly, she too was transfixed by the mirror. "My brother... he’s still alive..." she whispered, before also becoming

“Not gods, not fate, not anything that breathes.” She shivered. “Jake—” “No.” My voice hardened. “We fight this. Whatever it is. We fight.” Her fingers curled into my shirt. “And if it’s not meant to be fought?” “Then I’ll rewrite what’s meant.” The fire popped behind us, a spark leaping from the hearth. The light danced across her face, across the faint shimmer beneath her skin. The glow was faint—but it was there. Breathing. Waiting. “I brought the mirror here,” I said suddenly. “It’s been acting strange. I saw you—your reflection—standing there.”

“Why did the alarm go off? What triggered the smoke?” “Someone set off a hidden smoke capsule in the stone basement. It filled the halls with grey clouds. But we cannot see who did it. The magic security mirrors have been smashed and tampered with.” A cold glint passes through my eyes. A smoke capsule for a distraction, and magic mirrors broken. That rogue female definitely has a dangerous pack backing her up. I let my guard down, thinking she was just a helpless mother today. That was a huge mistake. “Track her scent through the snow and bring her back to me!”

I said as I looked at the rear view mirror and the look on the driver's face sent chills down my spine. “We're almost there, you don't need to worry.” He replied with a creepy smile as he locked the doors of the car and wore a mask over his face. “What are you doing-” My eyes widened when smoke began to fill the car and I coughed, panic taking over me as I tried to open the door. “Let me-” I coughed violently as I tried to stop myself from inhaling whatever this thing was and his eyes met mine before everything went hazy.

Hitching and gasping, she stuck her inhaler into her mouth and triggered another blast. Deyquan turned and gestured at the screen. “What . . . what the fuck?” A slow, mesmerized head-shake. “I . . . don’t know. We don’t have cameras in the bathrooms.” He pointed at the screen. “Bullshit! An . . . fuck! What the hell was that shit with the mirror..?” He closed his eyes. Rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. “No, no. Bullshit. Gotta have cameras in the bathroom. Just didn’t know it is all and you clicked on it by accident. And what the fuck was up with that mirror?”