Through The Looking Glass Ruins Novels & Stories

The Afterglow of Malice ​Jennifer’s POV ​The storm broke the moment we crossed the threshold of the villa. ​The tropical sky had turned the color of a bruised plum while we were on the mountain, and by the time the heavy timber doors of our pavilion shut behind us, the sky unburdened itself. Rain sheeted down in solid, deafening walls, obliterating the view of the canyon and turning the open-air edges of the suite into a gray, misty blur.

Emily’s POV With the little magic I had left, I conjured a portal, and Sabine and I stepped through it. We arrived at Kieran’s pack, and the sight before me nearly shattered my heart. The ruins were in complete devastation. Buildings had crumbled, and some were still smoldering from flames long extinguished. Warriors turned on each other in confusion and rage. The sky loomed above us, black as ink, like a dark, eerie quilt smothering all hope.

Kael (POV) Lira walks out of the mirror ruins on her own feet. I hate that I’m proud of her for it. I hate more that I’m afraid she won’t make it to the trees. Broken glass crunches behind us. The altar sits dead under the Bone Moon, cracked through the center, its mirrors dark now. No false queens. No chained smiles. No bodies laid out for fear to feed on. Just ruin and wet stone. Draven is gone.

Unity was fragile, and whispers of war echoed louder each day. Emily began having waking visions, moments where the world blurred, and another version of reality bled through. One where the forests burned, and the moon wept blood. Alexander stayed close, fearing the visions were signs of unraveling magic. But Emily insisted they were warnings. "The future is already being altered by someone," she stated. They made a final trip to the ruins together in search of answers under the surface. They discovered an old mirror there that displayed one's fate rather than reflections.

Like something alive. The air pressed tighter around her with every breath. The voices grew louder. "She built on blood. They will bury her beneath it. Thrones are not power. They are distraction." Then, the voice unraveled. Fragmented. "I'm—" And it stopped. At the end of the stairway was a room no map had ever captured. A vault. Lost to time and memory. Nothing remained in it—except a mirror shattered across the floor. The shards glimmered unnaturally. Not like glass. Not like anything earthly.

Caitlyn’s POV The Moonborn Ruins were not what I expected. I had imagined crumbling stone walls, vines reclaiming ancient structures, a place long forgotten by time. But what lay before me was something else entirely. The ruins still stood, eerily intact, their stone foundations gleaming under the silver moonlight. The air hummed with power, charged with something ancient and restless, as if the past itself had been preserved here, waiting for someone to unravel its secrets.

The glass fortress of Vane Global had just cracked wide open. And we were falling through the ruins.

“Three. Two. One—” Harrison didn't just let me drop, he threw his entire weight over me. We slammed into the thick Persian rug together, the wind escaping my lungs in a sharp gasp as his heavy, muscular body completely covered mine. A split second later, the deafening, high-velocity crack of shattered glass echoed through the study. A single, clean hole punched through the double-paned window, showering the mahogany desk in glittering shards. The bullet embedded itself deep into the wood of the doorframe behind us with a sickening, solid thud.

He shook me slightly. “Hey!” I looked up at him with still wide eyes. “What is it?” Adrian asked calmly, all the while searching my eyes and face. “The flash.” I spluttered. “Someone broke in again.” Finally catching a mouthful of breath. He caught on immediately. He scanned our immediate surrounding. “Who ever did isn’t going to be here anymore.” He said looking back at me. “The flash.” I said defeated, and finally looked at him. Something unreadable flashed in his eyes. Before his expression went slate blank again.