Chapter 15: Mirror, Mirror
Ysa stood frozen at the corridor, her fingers curled tightly around the pendant pulsing violently against her chest.
Something inside her whispered:
“You need to stop her before it’s too late.”
But how could she stop what she didn't fully understand? Bella had changed. This was no longer about school drama. No longer about mean girls.
This was dark magic, resurrected and reborn through rage.
The school halls were empty. Lights flickered. Whispers echoed—whispers only Ysa could hear.
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"You created this."7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy1Wy6jJFKV
"Balance must be restored."
Suddenly, the hallway mirrors cracked simultaneously.
From within the broken reflections, Bella’s distorted face smiled at her—eyes black as obsidian, voice layered with something… inhuman.
“You wanted revenge, Ysabelle. Now we are even.”
At home, Ysa found her mother unconscious—another consequence of the unraveling curse. Pages from their family grimoire were scattered everywhere. Her aunt had called, saying the coven had sensed something awakening far beyond their town’s borders.
“You’ve done something irreversible,” the message said.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Lzq4Z2HUq
“The curse is now a gateway. Something is coming through.”
That night, Ysa sat alone in her room.
She opened her journal. On the last page, a line had been etched on its own:
“Bad wishes echo.”
The wind blew through the window.
In the shadows, Bella’s laughter—low, twisted—carried on the breeze.
To be continued…
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