Through The Looking Glass Characters Novels & Stories

' Custard spoke through our link. 'What am I supposed to look at?' I asked. Instead of answering, my wolf simply gazed at me with his tongue lolled out and wagged his tail. Some help this guy is. But nonetheless, I looked at the portrait again and my vision started to blur. The only images that were clear to me were of Nate, his mom, and Prince Adam. The king was completely blurred and I soon realized that I was looking through Custard's eyes. I shook my head and I am back to seeing with my own eyes.

The werewolf watched, captivated by the ethereal beauty of the scene. Further exploration led him to more rooms, each with its own ghostly inhabitants and frozen moments in time. In one, a group of specters raised their glasses in a toast that would never end. In another, a solitary figure gazed out of a window, forever waiting for a love that would never return.

" No one here knew who he was talking about, but Anna had a feeling he was referring to her, so she stepped forward, her father not stopping her, but her mother looking at her encouragingly. Anna followed her to the center of the room, a long table was placed, a beautiful rose pattern was sculpted on the table. Anna looked at these patterns a little fascinated, the man brought the glass over, then handed it to Anna, the inside of the glass filled with thick red liquid. Anna took it, he pointed to the glass and asked: "Look closely, tell me. What do you see in it?" Anna obeyed, tried to get close to the glass, the surface of the water could show her reflection inside the glass, but couldn't s

Lucien whispered as a servant in a white jacket approached us with a tray of hot towels and two silver masks shaped like wolves. "They aren't just people but they are the Unseen and they are the ones who paid for the privilege of watching the culling from the best seats in the house, so just put on the mask and try to look like you belong here before someone realizes we still have the dirt of the sewers on our boots," I replied as I wiped the grime from my face and felt the silk of a borrowed wrap being draped over my shoulders by a silent attendant.

Alice asked, stepping forward, trembling. "You let me die," the girl whispered. "I don't know you." "You forgot me," the child screamed, face suddenly twisted, jaw unhinged, black bile pouring from her mouth. Alice stumbled back. The floor turned to glass beneath her feet. Below, she could see fire. Faces. Her mother. Octavia. A mirror image of herself laughing cruelly. She fell through the glass. Crash. And now she was in a school hallway. Alone. No. Not alone.

CHAPTER NINE “Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Touching the piece of glass in front of her, Valentina couldn't remember the last time she looked at herself in the mirror. She could not tell if she still recognized the person looking back at her from the looking-glass. After dressing up and applying make up, she tried to look back again in the mirror. However, whenever she tried to smile at her reflection: the smile would not reach her cloudy hazel eyes, for she could not even recognize the woman in front of her.

" Oh I found my mate. “her eyes popped open at my words. Wait for it.. 1 2... 3 " Ahhhhhhhhhhh....... You found your mate. "She jumped up from the bed and came hugging me. " Yes. " " When. How ,what does he look like, finally." " Yesterday, but he found me." "Finally I can destroy this glass." She said pointing to my magical hourglass on the glass table. I carry it every where I go "It's not the glass fault so stop being dramatic." " Wait look. “she said pointing to the glass.

I wake up panting " Violet are you okay?". I hear Lisa's voice Still trying to calm myself , I hold my tummy, I don't feel anything, tears start to drop "He's gone" "Who is gone? why are you crying?" I feel her hands on my face I sob "I'm fine, I'm okay". I sit up " What are you doing here?". "You might not know this but your room is the only room that has an inbuilt mirror". I use my hands to clean my face " Oh yeah? go ahead, dont let me disturb you".

For it open its pages to let her see and read the characters that she is now more than familiar with whom. “Alice, Alice, Alice.” A bit chanting the name with a dreaded tone in between. All the while she is looking at the mirror and mimic the time when the heroine of the book is pulled once more into wonderland through the mirror. Making her face draw a smile when the faces of the characters appears one by one in front of her. She recalls each one of them, and who they are representing. “The White Rabbit. The March Hare. The Twins, Tweetle Dee and Tweetle Dum. The Red Queen. The White Queen. Cheshire Cat. The Hatter. And of course, Alice.”

Wolfsbane. I cannot help the glare from intensifying as I look at him. All I want to do is break through the glass and tear him to shreds. But before the hate can show on my face and blow up the story I created to come here, I reign in every bit of loathe I feel. On my side of the glass, stand two people. Elma and a broad man. When I walk in they both turn to me. The latter surprised, while the prior is as emotionless as a person can get.