Black Mirror Novels & Stories

Echoing off the metal walls. "Show yourself." A light flickered on. High above. A catwalk ran along the ceiling. And standing on the catwalk, looking down at me, was a figure in black. No face. No features. Just a silhouette. "Ghost," I said. "Ghost," they agreed. "You know why I'm here." "Mira Black." The figure walked to the edge of the catwalk. Leaned against the railing. "She's been a problem for a long time. For me. For your family. For everyone who ever crossed her."

My vision blurred, the violet twilight outside the mirrors turning to a thick, suffocating black. "The baby..." I wheezed. "He's... he's cold." "He's the battery, little bird. He’ll power my world for a thousand years. Don't worry. He won't feel a thing once the sun goes out." I looked at the mirror directly in front of me. The reflection started to change again. It wasn't a dead Aradaa this time. It was me. Exactly as I was now. Except my eyes weren't silver. They were black. Solid black.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions. But then, the thoughts came. The hopelessness. The possibility that this could be another god-damned mirage. Another trick to get him at his edge. Another lie. Another reason to leave him more sullen. But as much as Arthur tried to convince himself that this was a mirage, it wasn't working. The voice was so vivid. And this time, he'd found someone who seemed like she owned the voice. His shaky fingers grabbed the shot glass and he took its content in a quick draught. Dizziness crawled up his eyes, but he definitely shook it off.

As she turns to the other side still observing it she notices a writing on it. 'Look through the windows, I'm always here'. Grace looks around shocked, She however walks to her window, She is shocked to see a black car on her posh while Mr Black walks towards her apartment. Grace drops the letter, immediately running out of her room towards the door in time for her to hear the door bell ringing.

​The Forest of Mirrors was dying. The ink-black fluid spilling from Sarah’s mirror didn’t just coat the obsidian ground; it ate through the reflection of reality itself, turning the majestic, silvered trees into brittle, charcoal husks. The psychic weight of the collapse was suffocating. Every cracked pane of glass shrieked as it disintegrated, releasing the trapped whispers of a thousand stolen moments. ​Sarah stood amidst the ruins, untouched by the decay. She watched Laura and Dave with a gaze that held the clinical detachment of a mapmaker surveying a doomed border.

empty. "The Farm," Jinx choked out. She fell to her knees, retching dryly. "That’s... that was my intake group. I know him. That’s Miller." I scanned the room. No guards. No, Darius. Just the rhythmic thrum-thrum-thrum of machinery pumping black liquid from the central pool into the tanks. I walked toward the center. Toward the Well. It wasn't water. It was a tear in reality. A pool of roiling, vantablack liquid that moved with a sentient sluggishness. It didn't reflect the lights of the cavern. It absorbed them.

The black artefact hovered above the collapsing horizon, and a voice echoed in his mind, deeper, darker, and more terrifying than anything he had felt before: “Choose again… or watch everything burn.”

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.

I reached down and picked up a shard of broken glass from the floor. Holding it up, I angled it toward my reflection. For a split second, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Then I did. There was no white. No iris. No pupil. Just black. Endless black. Like the night sky without stars. Like the abyss itself had settled inside my skull. The Void had answered.