Broken Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

Even though I can't see her but I know she was not watching the show and her gaze is fixed on me only. "Dude are you possessed?" Hredhaan asked making me shocked. "What? Possessed?" "Yeah, you keep glancing on that black mirror and are smiling like a fool. Which sane person will do that?" Of course, they will think like that after all the mirror is see-through from only one side. "It's a see-through mirror from one side. I need to assure her that I am fine." I cleared his confusion looking at the black glass beside me. "Chubby Cheeks?" Arjun enquired.

Flames reflected in my eyes. I crawled, screaming his name again and again, even though I knew the truth. That no one could survive that. I reached the burning wreckage and clawed at it helplessly even as the heat scorched me. “Please, PLEASE SOMEONE—” My voice cracked horribly. “Dominic answer me, please…” But there was no answer, and then, before I could touch the wreckage again the vision dissolved. “No more.” My voice was hoarse. Broken. But the mirror didn’t stop. A third vision surged forward, pulling me into another nightmare, another reality.

She said as her image fades away "Lia！" I yelled and my image appeared in the mirror with a wicked smirk on its face "Come and save her" My image chuckled and it fades away. I placed my hand on the mirror and it penetrated inside. I walked into the mirror and it has glasses showing my reflection "Where are you, Lia？" I shouted and it echoed "Help！" Lia's voice echoed from all angles and I saw her in plain glass. I walked towards the glass and it cracked. "Daddy！" Lia's image appeared everywhere as she yelled

“I’m not here to win, Sarah. I’m here to take back what has always been mine.” Sarah’s gaze shifted to the mirror hanging on the wall. Her face contorted with fury as she drew back her fist and slammed it into the glass. The mirror cracked, fractures spreading across the surface like spider webs. Blood welled on her knuckles where glass had cut skin. I looked at the mirror, seeing my own reflection broken into pieces. Fragmented versions of myself staring back from different angles. Sarah’s voice came out low, dangerous. “That reflection… broken into pieces… that’s how you’ll end in this war.”

And then, as if summoned by some unseen force, a mirror appeared before me, its surface bouncing off the sliverey light from the moon. I hesitated, my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes, a distorted image of the person I once was. With trembling hands, I reached out, touching the glass, feeling its cool surface beneath my fingertips. And then, in an instant, the mirror shattered, fragments of glass scattering like diamonds in the moonlight as they fell to the forest floor. “Fuck!.” I said loudly, but my words only came out bad a whisper. In the shattered remains of the mirror, in each small piece, I saw a reflection unlike any I had ever known. A glowing white wolf, larger than l

Just the echo of a dream that felt too real. In it, Isabella had been walking down a corridor of mirrors. Each pane reflected a version of her I couldn’t hold—some younger, some older. One bruised. One burning. One laughing with eyes that didn’t match her smile. I tried to follow her, my hands reaching—but every mirror shattered when I touched it. All I could hear was her voice, calling my name through the smoke. Then silence. Now darkness. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to erase what I’d seen. But it clung to me like soot.

One of the mirrors was completely broken and was shattered into many pieces and could be found on different parts of the floor and sink. As I moved, the things crunched under my shoes making painful sounds. The other mirror was damaged as well but still in one piece with many cracks. The light in the bathroom was so dim and dark it took some time to adjust my vision but after every minute it would flicker. In the rear back there was a bathtub near the corner with a lot of black dried up in it. Now if it was blood or something else, I couldn’t tell and I had no interest either, there was a lot already on my mind that was making my head hurt.

A broken typewriter sat on the desk beside a cracked mirror. Lucas grabbed a flashlight. “We’ll stay here till morning. She can’t reach us without power lines or signals.” Natasha didn’t reply. She was staring at the mirror, her own reflection staring back, trembling, drenched, terrified. But then… her reflection blinked twice. Out of sync. Natasha froze. “Lucas…” He turned, shining the light toward her. “What is it?” The reflection smiled, a cruel, knowing smile, before the mirror shattered into a web of cracks.

My claws extended without conscious thought, and before I knew it, before I could stop myself or even think to try, the mirror was in shards at my feet. The crash echoed through the abandoned wing, a sound like thunder and breaking hearts. Each piece that hit the stone seemed to take a piece of that impossible hope with it, scattering fragments of what might have been across the dusty floor. I stood in the wreckage, chest heaving, hands bleeding from where the glass had bitten deep, surrounded by a thousand fractured reflections that showed me nothing but darkness. But still... something lingered.

It looked as though it were made of silver, but it was too dirty and tarnished to really see. Rori bit her lip as curiosity whispered in her ear, she found herself suddenly clutching part of the sheet and rubbing a clear spot in the center of the mirror. As she peered into the somewhat reflective surface, she was shocked to discover not her own reflection, but the smiling face of her forgotten best friend. Kristi’s piercing blue eyes were almost looking directly at Rori and the young girl gasped as she noticed more movement behind the dirty mirror. Rori feverishly scrubbed the surface clean, and as she dropped the now grimy sheet, she saw not just Kristi but Mason and Max. Rori didn’t recog