Moonaisy

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!



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Demons in the Mirror

The two blonds growled angrily at the same time. Each of them stared at their Kiaran with fire in their eyes that was ready to burn the mercenary and the anarchist down.


The lieutenant pointed his gun at the mercenary. His green eyes pierced right into the blue eyes, so cold yet could ignite a soul.


Human Kiaran raised both of his arms in the air despite having a gun in his right hand. His messy hair swirled alongside the wind that kept increasing in between them. The blood that was oozing down his neck stained his collar red.


"Can we talk about this first, police boy? I'm kind of in the middle of something." He bargained with a slightly friendly tone.


"Say it to those you've killed, mercenary." Human Valerian shot his gun, aiming at the mercenary's ribs.


The criminal dodged it by flipping to the right and landed gracefully on the ground. "Oh shit, you're pissed."


Between Us : Part 2