A Mirror Mended Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Instead, I want to make you understand…" Hansel instinctively knew that what she was about to say wasn't what he wanted to hear, but reality didn't give him a choice. Miranda continued, "A broken mirror can never be made whole again. Once there's a crack, it is impossible to return to how things were. I hope you won't waste more time and energy on me, because… I'm not worth it. "You're a businessman, so you understand investment better than I do. Instead of sinking deeper into a project that's bound to fail, it's better to cut your losses sooner.

Those who were cursing me moments ago were now holding their breath. Every single eye turned to Tania, who was shaking like a leaf. "No... it's not like that..." Tania shook her head frantically, her voice shrill. "It's a lie! It's a trap Evelyn set up!" But no one bought it. The Blood Mirror was an artifact of the First Vampires. It never lied. Valerius rose to his feet. Hellfire blazed in his eyes. The crushing aura of a Lord suffocated the room.

They watched us pass with expressions ranging from concern to outright fear. "The mirrors," I whispered to Julius. "Did they actually break, or was that part of the vision too?" "I don't know. We'll need to check." But when we passed the east wing, I had my answer. Every mirror along the hallway bore the same pattern with hairline fractures spreading from central points like spider webs. My breath caught. "It was real," I breathed. "Some of it was," Julius corrected grimly. "We just don't know which parts." The sitting room was already prepared. Elder Mira waited inside, along with three other council members. They all stood when we entered.