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

Axel suddenly vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye. The drop of black tears was the only proof that he was there.


Right before he disappeared, Axel had a sorrowful look in his mismatched eyes. Rune was the last person he saw, staring at her hopelessly. The world seemed to slow down a little as he looked at her for the last time with sadness.


He was a criminal. There was no need for her to feel bad for him.


But deep down, there was a pang in her chest. It spread like bugs that clawed into her skin. It ate her heart slowly, choking her. She believed it was because of the betrayal. Of course, it was because of the betrayal. What else could it be?


"Well, that was an interesting play." A dangerous voice broke the silence.


Everyone's eyes moved to him as they realized a dangerous person was still within them. No one dared to speak, wishing that the mercenary would not recognize their existence.


The World Against Him : Part 2