Broken Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

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

"I love you, Carolina." Karen raised her head to meet the same golden eyes as Xavier's, only to realize that she no longer saw herself in Rylan's arms. Instead, the man turned his body and she saw her own face in a large mirror. That confused her. Why was she seeing herself in a mirror that should be reflecting Rylan and Carolina? But before she could think any further, she heard a cracking sound and the mirror began to break. The cracks became more and more numerous and larger and larger, until the mirror finally broke into a million pieces. Sharp shards flew towards her and dug into her soft skin, causing sharp pain.

His eyes sweep the scene: Liora’s bloodied hands, the empty mirror, and the two of us kneeling on the floor. “What happened?” Liora can’t speak. I do it for her. “The mirror took him.” He stares at the glass. His jaw tightens. “Damn it.” “Can you bring him back?” I ask. Kael’s expression flickers from anger, grief, and then resignation. “No one comes back from the mirrors.” “Then what are they for?” My voice cracks. “Just to torture us?” He doesn’t answer. The mirror nearest him ripples faintly, and for a second, I see his reflection move independently, smiling when he isn’t. He notices it too. His eyes darken, and the smile in his reflection vanishes.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, hoping to see the handsome figure from his dream appear. Nothing happened. Frustrated and increasingly desperate, he made the second mistake. He dipped his wounded finger into his own blood and, following a primal instinct from his dream, smeared it onto the surface of the mirror. He drew a symbol he didn't understand, a circle with intersecting lines inside, a symbol he often saw in his visions. The moment his bloody finger touched the glass, the entire mirror trembled. Not a physical shaking, but a vibration in the air, in the very space. The candle instantly blew out, plunging him into darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through

Staring at the mirrored wall. His reflection? Shattered.

I just hope whoever he is, he is ready for the most unimaginable curses that are about to befall him for meddling into affairs that aren't his to interfere. I stared at the shards scattered on the floor then at the broken mirror by the vanity. It wasn't no ordinary mirror. I could see my purple eyes starting to change with slight significance that can only be obvious when in extreme close contact with anyone. Fuck! I need my damn potions right now and goddess help me I lay my hands on whosoever did this!

“Can you?” Alessio’s mouth found him again. “Not tonight.” The light flickered once more. And when it came back fully the mirror was cracked. A single line through the center. Like a warning. Like a countdown.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

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.

I punched again and almost slapped the glass. When I looked in the other mirror I was shocked that a black wolf was moaning there and there were still bloodstains on his snout. I backed away and leaned against the glass wall and was surprised when he hit himself in the mirror as if he was destroying it. I slammed the mirror again and looked for where I could get out but there was nothing. I kicked and almost slapped myself in the mirror it still didn't break but the wolf almost had no trouble hitting himself and I was even more surprised that he could make a crack in the mirror which made me even more scared.