The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Although no one was in the bedroom, I knew someone must be lurkingin the dark, most likely, Noreen herself.

I looked around and found no other exit in the bedroom. 'Then where did the figure disappear to?'

"Sylvia! Look at the mirror on your right. The scene on it doesn't seem to belong to this room," Yana exclaimed.

I looked up and saw a picture of barren land in the mirror. About two seconds later, my face materialized in the mirror. I was wearing a white veil and a wedding dress, which looked strange. Thinking it was an illusion, I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. By then, the scene disappeared, and the mirror went blank again.

I quickly stepped forward and picked up the strange mirror. I examined it carefully but couldn't find anything unusual, so I put it down. At that moment, I heard a faint sound. It was from the wardrobe.

My body was on high alert. I slowly walked to the wardrobe, took a deep breath, and pried it open. A hidden door carved with complicated runes came to my view.

A startled gasp escaped my lips as I cautiously opened the door. Inside was a small hidden room filled with bright champagne roses. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

'How

stepped into the

in my throat as I saw pictures of me hanging in every corner of the

broke into a cold

stepped forward and carefully observed the pictures. Something

that the woman in the photo was not me but my mother. These pictures were taken before I was born when my mother was still young. "Wow! These photos have been well

these pictures.

guessed someone close to her must have taken

revived from the shock. At this point, I realized my mother must have

many photos of my mother in Noreen's secret

real. Only the things I had seen and witnessed would form an illusion in

seen my mother when she was

of her

illusion nor a mystery. It was real. The secret room, the roses and the pictures were all real. It looked like someone