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 alleyway was too dark beneath the giant moon with embezzled cold light. A red-haired princess was cornering a criminal that did not belong in this world as they let the silence eat them.


The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. You could look up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity.


"I'm not him." The boy began, red-eye staring at the princess with reassurance and defence. "I'm not your Axel." The young Vergessene continued as he slowly put his right hand on the side of the sword, trying to lower it down.


Axel used his left hand to tug at the eyepatch that was covering his blue eye and let it fall down from his head. "Your Axel's family has been trying to turn me into him."


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