A Mirror Mended Novels & Stories

In the quietude of his room, with the soft hum of the night outside, Asher lay there, his tired body seeking reprieve, while his restless mind continued to navigate the labyrinth of emotions that Ezra's presence had stirred within him. On the other side of the night, in the quiet solitude of her room, Ezra sat in front of her mirror, eyes fixed on her reflection. Droplets of water trickled down from her long hair, evidence of the refreshing shower she had just taken. As she stared into her own eyes, a flood of memories from the reunion surged through her.

“They have nothing on me.” “Sure, they don't. But, Rena, how exactly do you plan to handle this?” Ada asked, worry bleeding through tone. Mirena tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “The easiest way,” she replied. She merged into traffic smoothly, eyes focused ahead. “Do you know the disadvantage of a house of mirrors?” She asked and basked in the silence that followed afterwards. A smile curved her lips.. “It shatters the moment you throw a rock at it,” she continued. “Every reflection fractures. Every illusion collapses. The beauty people admired becomes something twisted and unrecognizable.”

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

CHAPTER ONE MIRA "How do I look?" "Lucky," Sharon's voice reminded me of where I came from. I was standing in front of the mirror. The mirror hung on a single nail in a corner of a dimly lit, sparsely furnished room. The mirror's surface is cloudy and streaked, reflecting a distorted image of the bare, peeling walls and the worn, creaky floorboards. The frame, once ornate, now hung crooked and faded, its gilded edges chipped and worn away. The mirror seemed to lean wearily against the wall, as if it too had given up on the surroundings.

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.

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.

I was mentally prepared for how ever my new face is going to be. Six days later, I was handed a mirror by the doctor. I slowly opened my eyes and it was the most satisfying sight for me. I looked totally different. I slowly touched my face, traced my fingers on my nose, chin and jaw. I looked more beautiful. After my recovery, I went to see Felix. I knocked on the door and it took him a minute to get the cue. “Mira?” he called doubtfully. He asked me a couple of questions to be sure he was talking to the right person.

“Lead the way.” We moved fast, sticking to the high corridors, avoiding the main halls. The observatory was crumbling, it was cracked, the stars bleeding through like silver wounds. Dust coated everything. In the center stood the mirror,tall, black-framed, its surface like still water. I stepped in front of it. “Stay back,” I said. “This might not be safe.” I pressed my palm to the glass. Fire moved through my veins. The mirror cracked. And the.... I saw the crypt.

Alice was very disappointed, holding the handkerchief to stand in place, the man looked at her and said to her, "Take it and let me see." "Thank you, Master." My buddy is young, but his face is mature, and the first glance at Alice's table is stunning, then regret, and then return the table to Alice. Good jade, just broke it. Although my master is not big, I can also tell you that this table cannot be repaired even by my master. There will be traces. You can take it back. " "Is there really no way?" "Do you think the broken mirror can return to its oriCameronl state?" The same reason, the broken bracelet can not return to the oriCameronl.

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.