Broken Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

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

Maybe… he isn’t really avoiding it like I think he does… but “This is so confusing…” I did have a specialist to interpret those things that I see in my dreams. Even that weird stuff like the lights, the paintings, the locks… but up till now. I don’t have a clear answer about those matters. Closing my laptop, I flinched when I saw my reflection in the glass of water. “Oh gosh!” Covering my face, I may seem so strange but maybe this is the side effect of that dream… I mean… nightmares. “You alright?” “Ah… yeah. Just a bit surprised…”

I did a good job, too, because it lay hidden there until my sophomore year when one phone call stripped those masks away, laying bare the Truth so I could see myself for what I was. *** As maybe you can imagine I avoid mirrors as much as possible. Can’t be managed all the time, obviously. I do have to shave, comb my hair and brush my teeth occasionally. There’s also the rear-view mirror in my cab, too. That’s somehow the worst. It focuses on my eyes. Everyone’s heard it by now. It’s used in countless stories, poems and movies when someone wants to sound insightful. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Cliché, but remarkably apt. I hate looking into my eyes. They’re dead and flat, which spooks m

The law of spirits is not to interfere in human affairs without the permission of the master. “Please… Jamaica…” “Jamaica, help her.” My consciousness screams incessantly, here separating me from the outside world is a large, tall, sturdy mirror. I kept screaming and banging on that mirror. In response to a sound echoing from my impact, I stood up and kicked incessantly with my foot, until my shoes ripped open to reveal my toes. I used my hand again, this time I could no longer hear my cry or screams. The mirror is my eyes. I don't want to, I can't leave Irina alone, through the glass I see Irina has been injured by the other guy, I don't know how much time has passed, but the first ray of t

Luna walked forward, her small hand reaching for the crystal. The moment she touched it, everything changed. The mirrors showed visions—possible futures, probable pasts, hidden truths. I saw myself dying in childbirth, Luna never born. I saw Dante rejecting me permanently, our bond severed forever. I saw the pack destroyed, wolves scattered, everything we'd built in ashes. But these weren't my visions. They were Luna's. I looked at my daughter and saw her face twisted in anguish, tears streaming down her cheeks as the mirrors forced her to watch every possible tragedy, every hidden truth, every painful reality.

“That's weird, why will you suddenly dream about that?” “I have no idea but I think it has to do with the incoming battle. I think it's showing me what could happen, I know that was the last bit I couldn't help but think if something like that could happen again. It's crazy I know but it's just my thoughts and the mirror…. There was something about it that made me very… I wish I could have brought it here.” “Mirror? Are you talking about this mirror?” On the ground was the same mirror that Aileen saw. Only this time, it wasn't shattered.

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

I raised my hand and placed it flat against the glass. The mirror broke. Not dramatically… a single fracture running from the point of contact outward in three directions, clean and immediate, the kind of break that happens when the pressure behind a touch is not as controlled as it appeared. The glass held in the frame, just fractured, the reflection multiplying itself along the crack lines into several versions of the same face looking back from slightly different angles. I stood and looked at the broken mirror. From the bedroom, the sound of Franklin moving. “Rydan?” His voice had the quality of someone pulled back from the edge of sleep. “What was that?”

The nightmares came back that night. Not the old ones—dark rooms, cold hands, the hiss of machines. New ones. I was standing in front of a wall of mirrors, each reflecting a slightly different version of me. Some older. Some younger. Some with Acheron’s scaffold etched faintly under the skin like circuitry. In the dream, I watched one of the reflections seize, eyes rolling back, limbs jerking. When it stilled, the mirror went black.