A Mirror Mended Novels & Stories

And in that brief flash, Lena felt something—regret. The mirror’s voice softened. “I remember the child in the war zone. The diplomat you couldn’t save. The first operative you lost. I remember their names. Their screams.” Lena’s jaw clenched. “Then you know why we can’t play god.” “I’m not playing,” the mirror said. “I’m correcting.” Eleni stepped between them. “Then you’re no better than Mara.” The mirror looked at her. “He tried to control. I only seek to finish the story.”

Even though the haunts had departed, the massive fissure in the sky continued to spin slowly, a silent reminder that they could return at any moment. I bit my lip, lifted my left hand, and called forth an army of paper soldiers. They swarmed the air, a thick cloud of origami fighters. With a decisive sweep of my arm, they plunged into the rift, creating a swirling barrier. The vortex spun until the crack vanished from sight. The clouds above cleared in an instant, and the sun broke through. The people who had survived the ordeal wept openly, their tears a mix of relief and joy. In the aftermath, the authorities set to work rebuilding what was lost, and before long, life resumed its rhythm fo

I understood, then, that broken trust could never be repaired. In the days that followed, Damien never left my side. He sent the bodyguards and housekeepers away and took care of everything himself. He clumsily learned to make chicken soup, and his arms were blistered from the splattering broth. Yet he would beam like a child seeking praise when he offered me a warm spoonful. I turned my head away, keeping my expression blank. However, he would hold the spoon there, stubbornly waiting until the soup turned cold. Then, he'd heat it up and try again.

Irene was stunned that Zack had forgotten something so significant. She stared down at the Alpha contemptuously, feeling a surge of injustice for Maggie. "You've forgotten the major incident from the Winter Festival six years ago, just like that? "I'm genuinely curious. Maggie was injured by a silver mine while getting a blood-stopping herb for you. She was out of commission for a month, and you've forgotten? "It took her hand six months to heal before she could get back to her experiments!

"If he’s cheating on me, I’ll have her head. I’ll kill them both." "Maria, wait," I said, but she wasn't listening. She was already limping toward the house, her emerald gown torn by the bushes. I looked down at the floor of the gazebo and saw something glinting in the moonlight. I picked it up. It was a small, silver pendant—a mirror-shaped charm. It was exactly like the one Diana wore. My heart dropped. The "Mirror of Malice" wasn't just a name for my marriage. It was a web, and we were all caught in it.

“You’re late.” He smiled faintly. “I always was.” --- They spoke alone, beneath a twisted tree of broken glass leaves. “I didn’t know the shard would embed,” Azrael said quietly. “The mirror had a will of its own.” Selene winced as her veins pulsed again. “Can you fix it?” He crouched beside her, pressing his hand over hers. “I can’t remove it,” he said. “But I can redirect it.” “To what?” He met her gaze.

With a mighty force, he hurls the mirror to the ground, the glass shattering into a million pieces with a deafening explosion of sound. The room now lies in disarray, the broken mirror a stark reflection of the turmoil that rages within Paul. His chest heaves with the exertion of his outburst, his mind clouded with a mix of anger, hurt, and frustration. As the echoes of his actions fade into silence, Paul is left standing amidst the wreckage, the shattered mirror serving as a poignant symbol of the brokenness that now consumes him.

"What does the third do?" Saren looked at them both. "It does not show anything," they said. "It allows something." They paused. "The woman who raised me explained it this way. The first mirror connects you to who built the design. The second mirror shows you where the design is weakest. The third mirror closes the design. Not permanently. Not forever. For this cycle." They looked at Rose. "It completes the mechanism. Everything the eight-hundred-year woman built, everything that has been running for eight hundred years, it finishes the current iteration and passes it forward to the next one cleanly." They paused again. "Without it, the transition to the next iteration is vulnerable. The per

"You're gender neutral. That's not the reason I summoned you. It's not even vaguely related." The mirror sighed, "Let me guess. It's about Snow being the fairest maiden in all the land." "It's about your slight malfunction the last time," I said through gritted teeth. "I need another reading. You were probably off because I hadn't used you in a long time." "You make it sound like I'm a broken watch. I'm never off." I waved it away even though I knew it was true. The mirror was never off. It was created to be perfectly accurate but there was no other logical explanation as to why it had said Snow was the fairest maiden. No fucking explanation! There had to have been a glitch somewhere.

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the