Moonaisy

{On Hiatus}

Everyone had the exact replica of themselves in the mirror. It was just the shadow of yourself, a shape of a person imitating your every move.

What if I tell you, the mirror was just a barrier for another world- for another copy of you? Another copy you would be terrified to see.

A demon version of you.

Every people in this world had a counterpart. Everyone had a demon of their own, living freely of their will in the world inside their mirror.

The exact replica, yet different stories they were living. Different conflicts, different choices, and different endings.

The Vergessene family always had been the strongest of both worlds. The family of the strongest criminals in the human world and the family of the strongest anarchists in the demon world.

Different yet the same. 

Both of the worlds weren’t supposed to be aware of one another. Both worlds weren’t supposed to cross with each other.

But the demon version of the Vergessene family lost their youngest one. He died at an early age, too young to leave the world; he never made it past seventeen.

Until they found out their youngest one had the exact replica of himself and snatched the human version of him away.



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Take notes that this is a slow-burn novel, so it's going to be slow :D

Also, this novel is really dark. This is a found family with forced adoption. You can clearly see from the synopsis that the family is really messed up.

Trigger warnings for manipulations (A LOT of them), blood, body horror, graphic fighting, unhealthy relationships, panic attacks, anxiety, PTSD, depression, dehumanization, suicide, and swearing.

Anyway, enjoy your stay in this book!

Demons in the Mirror

The moon almost disappeared completely as the sun rose up a little, trying to take the spotlight away. A building in the middle of a forest wholly covered by its trees held a key for a future nightmare for Livedam city.


-that no one knew about it until later on.


Axel sped through the hallway with a choker in his hand. The boy's fluffy locks bounced around, gluing some of them on his sweaty forehead. The white cap on his head almost fell down for how fast the murderer ran.


He wore the choker in one click as he ran, messily brushing off his two necklaces a little.


The pain in his chest was long-forgotten alongside the necklace he wore. The dim red emerald necklace ricocheted with the silver arrow necklace that Rune gave him weeks ago.


His mind was locking on his best friend. Worry ran through his veins, racing with his blood. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his own ears as the wind fought with him.


The World Burn : Part 3