When Will My Reflection Show Who I Am Inside Novels & Stories

LYRA The mirror never lied. I’d stood before it long enough to know that, long enough for the shower’s steam to dissipate and the chill air to prickle my skin. The reflection had finally settled, revealing something I couldn’t dismiss as a trick of the light or an odd angle. There was a mark between my breasts.

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

I got back up, breathing heavily and trembling, but still upright. "You're no longer her," I said to myself. Once more, the mirror was in front of me. That didn't glow this time. It had a heart-like pulsation. And I saw my child once more in the reflection. Standing motionless. By themselves. The eyes remain bright. He was waiting for me. The mirror became more luminous. With shadows, not with light. Once more, the reflection changed. I moved in closer. The dark side of me was there.

"All of them. Every reflective surface in this room. The hand mirrors. The polished silver. The glass. Everything. I want it gone. Now." They stared at me. They didn't move. "I said NOW!" They scrambled. They started removing the mirrors. The hand mirrors. The polished silver. Anything that could show me my own face. They worked quickly, their hands trembling, their eyes darting to me with barely concealed fear. I watched them, too stunned to speak as I remembered the exact moment the reflection reached out for me. Why? Why was this happening? Why did my reflection keep changing? Why did I keep seeing that woman? The one with the dark crown and the heinous smile. She had reached for me throu

“Now I can scrutinize myself freely” Mane remarked as he stood within the walls of the relatively large bathroom. There was a bucket of water right next to him, and a large rectangular crystal called a Reflection Crystal bound to the wall that served a similar function to a mirror. Although the image that appeared in the crystal wasn’t as clear as a mirror image, it was pretty good and would serve the purpose for which Mane wanted it to.

That's when I saw my reflection in a mirror. I was shocked. The reflection I saw was a young man. He was thin, and his black hair reached his shoulders. His grey eyes were familiar. I remembered him. "Lucas?" The Lucas in the mirror sighed in relief. "I finally able to reach you. Listen, you are now under Phase 3. 'Merging'. It was where the inner demons would play a trick on you. They would do everything to consume your soul." It suddenly occurred to me. Wasn't I just in the school a moment? With a group of girls?

Memories surged forth, crashing against the walls of her consciousness—moments of joy, moments of pain, interwoven with an indomitable longing. Before her, a spectral mirror materialized—a window into her true self, stripped of the external labels and judgments imposed by others. Trembling, she extended her hand, fingertips tracing the contours of her reflection. In those mirrored eyes, she saw resilience, compassion, and a fierce determination to defy the expectations that had been unfairly thrust upon her.

"The answer lies not in your words, but in your reflection." She gestured towards a dusty mirror hanging on the wall behind her. A jolt of dread shot through me as I looked into its depths. Reflected back at me wasn't just my own image, but Skylar's, her hand reaching out to touch mine. It was a fleeting image, from the night we'd met, but undeniable. Panic surged through me. No. Skylar couldn't be it. She was human, beautiful, innocent. I couldn't, wouldn't share her with Lucas, not like this. The thought of him touching her, of her being subjected to the curse…

I never mattered. His phone buzzed briefly. Opening the message, he found it was a collection of surveillance clips his assistant had gathered. They were clips documenting every moment from my final days to my death. One clip showed the white sheet covering my deformed body. Another, me being wheeled into the crematorium. And there, the final parting between me and the world. Under the intense sunlight, Spencer staggered before suddenly crouching down and clutching his head tightly with both hands. He kept repeating in a daze, "How could this happen? How could she really be gone? Didn't you always say you're invincible, like a heroine?"

Whatever reason it maybe this is still not acceptable. “Well done.” I thought decades had passed waiting for my final look to be done. As I open my eyes, I feel like in a fantasy movie. I haven’t recognized myself as I take a glance on the face reflected on the mirror. Is this me? Ohhh! I can see my mom right now. I tried to draw a smile on my lovely face. There is a problem.... I am now standing totally seeing the reflection of myself. I am sad. Maybe because, we are going to deceive some people. And i'm not a fan of it.