Broken Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

Growing. And I didn’t know how to stop it. --- I reached a broken temple deep in the woods. The walls were made of bones and bird skulls. A strange energy pulsed through the cracks. I entered slowly. Inside, there was a mirror. But it didn’t reflect me. Instead, it showed Rensin. Lying on the ground. Lifeless. Covered in blood. I ran to it. “No!” I shouted. “Please... don’t show me that!” The mirror shimmered. Rensin’s body faded, replaced by a new image.

My breath hitched. Her smile widened. “Maybe they’ll find out when your body gives out in the dirt.” The marks surged. Kael’s pulsed protectively. Thorne’s flared in warning. Riven’s flared—and then went icy cold. Maren shouted something. But I didn’t hear it. The world blinked. And I fell— But not into the dirt. Into the mirror. The dream wasn’t a dream. It was a copy. A reflection of my body, floating in a room full of white flame and cracked glass.

THOUSANDS OF YEARS LATER In a kingdom far away, a military man drove into an hospital, the look of everything was twentieth century, vehicles were everywhere and the housed there were made in concretes, there were no horses or chariots, the Military man drove in a hurry, pulled over and opened the truck doors, some more officers jumped down, and took down seven wounded body, some nurses came out with stretchers they put the sick bodies on them and pushed all to the big lab, and once they reached the lab, they threw the seven on the beds, and belt then to them, they were running around trying their best to prevent something only them. Could explained, the seven began to shake heads violently

"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.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

Before he crawled to the end of the bed and made to reach for the mirror itself. Surprised at the intricate details and foreign scene with the mirror’s image. Gemma dropped the mirror in fear as her eyes met his startling green eyes, and his hand reached out to her. It bounced off the corner of the nightstand. When it finally settled on the bed. Gemma saw a crack form in the mirror’s glass. The glass stayed within the frame as the image winked out and the crack formed. She stood there for a breath or two, trying to process what she saw. A boy and his bear.

Most importantly, the bond was also still there. I walked to the mirror at the dressing table and I looked at my face. For a sec, I saw the faces of the two replicas of me in the mirror instead of my reflection. I blinked, startled for a while and I looked walked to the windows, rolling up the window blinds so the room could be brighter and less stuffy. What did that dream mean?? My dreams always manifested in reality I have absolutely no idea what this one means. I sighed, giving up and I walked back to my dressing table.

And her hostility against me wasn’t something I could forget nor ignore. But then, why her? Dahil lang ba pareho kami ng pangalan? What the hell is wrong here!? Crack. I didn’t notice that I held the mirror so tightly that it broke into big chunks. And there I saw multiple pair of eyes looking at straight me. “!!!” Clang! Mabilis ko itong binitawan dahil sa kakaibang kaba at takot na naramdaman ko. The hair on my neck stood up and sent me a terrifying shiver and omen. Sabi nga nila bad omen would happen if you break a mirror.

Inside, the tower was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, each filled with ancient artifacts and arcane symbols. In one chamber, we found a large, ornate mirror framed in gold. Its surface shimmered with a strange, otherworldly light. As we approached, the mirror began to show visions—snapshots of possible futures, some dark and ominous, others filled with hope and triumph. We realized that the mirror was showing us potential outcomes of our quest, depending on the choices we made and the paths we took. It was both a guide and a test, forcing us to confront the consequences of our actions.

My eyes never left my reflection in the mirror as my emotions kept spiraling out of control and in an instant, a sharp sound echoed within the corner walls and several cracks appeared in the mirror, splitting me into several reflections of myself. "Snap out of this. It's just a dream. Just a dream. Only a dream and nothing more," I repeated, my eyes not breaking free from the several reflections in the mirror as I tried to convince myself that the terrible feeling in my chest had nothing to do with my dream. I sighed, feeling my body and emotions calming down. It was only a dream, like the others I had back in my brother's pack. I had spelled myself heavily so I didn't understand why it came