A Mirror Mended Novels & Stories

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

The one I was holding, and the shard still buried in Victor’s chest from days ago. They flew to each other and SLAMMED together with a sound like thunder. For one second the world went white. Then it stopped. I was on my knees, gasping. The fused Moon Mirror was now floating in front of me, whole. No cracks. It was the size of a dinner plate and it was glowing like the moon. Victor was on one knee too, clutching his chest. The wound was gone. But the black veins were still there. Brandon was on his back, staring at the ceiling of the tent.

Mason kept checking his mirrors. His line was completely ruined. Every corner entry was hesitant. He was afraid. The shadow from twenty-eight years ago was now chasing his rear bumper in a form he could see and feel. He tried to block me with dirty line changes.

Her hands slowly cover her mouth, finding herself taking a few steps back. The mirrors placed inside the punishment room had been there for as long as she could remember. It was older than her, older than her professor, and older than her professor’s professor. It was so old that even though it had fallen off the hooks it was placed on, it wouldn’t break. And yet, almost every mirror that was within Amara’s reach had cracks on them. The mirrors inside were made of strong metal, but she could see indentations on its casing. It looked like strong nails were run through it, making it look like Amara had scratched on the doors, trying to get out.

As the sun rises, the rays enter through the window making shadows of the objects that are coming in its way. Soon it reached me and gave me the strength to start a new day. But even if there is a strength I don't feel it break through my shields. Even though there is the strength it is for the robotic actions that I have to do. Because as I thought, these rays couldn't penetrate through the shields I built. Instead, it reflects my surface on the mirror that is in front of me.

he cleared his throat. “Mira, I am glad you are back. Although I still miss the timid you”, he joked. I chuckled softly and whispered a thank you. Harry nodded back with the coldness in his eyes disappearing. “Mira, I still haven’t forgotten my promise. No one deserved how you were treated. I will help you”. Harry didn’t take his eyes off mine as he reassured me. I smirked and brushed off the thoughts. It was my mission now and I needed him to back off. I had done enough with his life already.

And I knew, with cold certainty, that Morwen had just gained a weapon far more dangerous than Veyra’s lies or Elian’s betrayal. Morwen stood panting in the wreckage of her sanctum, her staff held in her white-knuckled hands. Before her, was the Scrying Mirror,the obsidian surface that had ignored her pleas for a very long time,now blinking and shining with liquid silver light. And across its surface, a hairline crack glowed faintly blue. She hadn’t meant to break it. She’d only thrown her staff in anger after I left, aiming for nothing but the wall. But the mirror had turned.

The pendant around my neck began to glow intensely, its light piercing the darkness. Startled awake, I realized the melody wasn’t just in my dreams—it echoed throughout the hut. The old woman was gone, but in her place stood a grand, ornate mirror framed with symbols that resonated with the pendant. Drawn to it, I approached the mirror. Instead of my reflection, it showcased a vast, starlit expanse, and at its center was a celestial version of the gate we sought. But what truly took my breath away was the figure standing in front of it - another version of me, tears streaming down her face, the pendant glowing fiercely around her neck.

The real Elian sat calmly beside Kael. But the reflection— Its hand rested higher against its stomach. Protective. Possessive. And its silver eyes… Were darker. Not fully black. But not normal either. Mira’s blood ran cold. Then— The reflection slowly smiled at her again. --- “Mira?” She startled violently. The mirror returned to normal instantly. Elian looked concerned. “You dropped the blanket.” Mira blinked downward. The blankets had slipped from her hands onto the floor. “…Sorry.” Her voice sounded weak.

"Uh... the British and French Mirrors are still at large, so is the Russian one. We just found out that the British and French Mirrors hate each other, so I wouldn't worry about them joining forces, which is good because they're the strongest ones so far. Now, the French might contact the Russian instead. Which is funny, by the way, because during the human wars, the Russians actually--" LJ stopped. His brethren were all looking at him weirdly. Just as well, he didn't know what he was saying anymore. "I'll take over from here." Haneul sighed, looking at LJ in disappointment. "As Li Jie said, the British, French, and Russian Mirrors are still at large. The Cuban Mirror remains incarcerated in