A Mirror Mended Novels & Stories

Although in better conditions than the one I am wearing currently. I stood in front of the mirror, the pentagonal shaped mirror another unique treasure of mine. "Although broken. " The broken things tell a beautiful Story, this mirror tells another story of the broken lives hard to be mended. Waiting for someone to touch and turn all of the ugliness into heaven's delight. My hair was looking like an eagle nest. I quickly got hold of the comb and detangled my hair furiously but these strands are so rigid, stubborn, even after ten minutes of continuous hustle with my comb a single strand rises and comes forward in an ugly position.

Without a doubt, she cried out her heart there while she touched the broken glass piano gently. With every stroke she did on the broken glass piano, the collected pieces on the side began to move. It slowly went to the missing parts of the glass piano and mended the broken side of it. Tears were streaming down, and Mira never left the side of the glass piano while every missing piece was trying to get back to its rightful place. “Hear my voice, Angel. Hear it, please, Hubby.” Mira pleaded as she let her fingertips touch the keys on the glass piano.

she added as she smash the crack mirror into fragment! The reflection have long been weak and can only stare blankly at the woman. The broken pieces of the mirror is thrown into the window and is disapear to the darkest fog that is somehow flickering dimly. “Gone, my dear, and be greatful your body conceive with my help!” Her laughter vibrated out to the deepest of the darkness, and the bloody eyes slowly open their eyes.

He knew that this mirror held the key to their redemption, but he also sensed that it held a revelation that would shatter their perceptions. With trembling hands, Jaxon reached out and touched the surface of the mirror. An intense light burst forth, engulfing him and his companions. Images flashed before their eyes fragmented memories, hidden truths, and a revelation that shook their very foundations. The mirror revealed a startling revelation they were not the first to embark on this quest. Countless others had sought the Key of Renewal, each doomed to fail. The path they had followed was not a road to redemption but a cycle of despair. The mirrors held a malevolent power, trapping those w

Then the familial bond, that which is between my son and I, once again snatched me back from death's grip. This is the power of the sacred bond. It took me, May Jacobs. A human girl who was alone and unloved. Broken and shattered. Then it pieced me together. Making sure to leave me mended whole again. Indeed, the sacred bond mended me whole.

It wasn’t my wolf coming back yet, but it was hope. Maybe, just maybe, Zeus and I could fix each other. One broken piece at a time.

The wolves exchanged uneasy glances, then followed. At the far end, the great mirror—the one that had hung above the council dais for generations—had cracked down the center. Its surface shimmered faintly, catching reflections that didn’t belong. In it, Kaelen’s image wavered and multiplied, shifting in and out of focus. He reached out, fingertips brushing the cold glass. The reflection flinched back—then steadied, staring at him with eyes that glowed faintly silver. Mireya swore under her breath. “Kaelen—”

Lemgam spoke a bit low, "Before they could find themselves there, they must be really attached to one another." "You mean love?" "Yes, Landa. Love." Vofen added while nodding. "The love they both have buried inside of them, the mirror helped build a home they both would feel more comfortable in. That is one thing the mirror is good at. Sewing love." . .

The mirror shone brightly, and the shadows let out a deafening shriek before dissolving into nothingness. --- A New Revelation As the light faded, the group found themselves standing in front of the mirror once more. This time, their reflections were normal. At the base of the mirror, an inscription appeared: “The truth lies within the reflection. Only by accepting yourselves can you move forward.” Anna touched the mirror again, and it revealed a hidden compartment. Inside was a small, glowing crystal. Ryan picked it up, his brow furrowed. “What is this?” “A piece of something bigger,” Anna said, her voice filled with both awe and dread.

Miranda didn't give him any face, "What's the use of your promise to me? You're not trying to chase me." Westley's breathing became heavy for a moment, and he couldn't be bothered to say anything. He was afraid he would be driven to the edge. However, Miranda didn't plan to stop. "Westley, a broken mirror is hard to mend. Even if you manage to glue the pieces together, the cracks will always remain." "Some things cannot be repaired."