Broken Mirror In A Dream Novels & Stories

My power isn’t contained within me—it’s leaking out, rippling through the stone, the academy itself responding to my unraveling. “Get out,” I choke. Kai doesn’t move. He’s too brave—or too stupid—to listen. “I said get—” But the rest of the sentence is lost in a scream of glass and wind. The mirror above the dresser explodes. The shards hover midair again, like in the dream—frozen, suspended, alive. I can see my reflection in each piece. Dozens of me. All of them different. One looks frightened. One looks powerful. One looks exactly like Maldric.

"What is it, Anna? What makes you say that?" I hesitated, then looked back at Rita, my eyes filled with a mixture of fear and apprehension. "It's… it's like trying to piece together a shattered mirror," I confessed, "Every broken piece reflects a different image, a different memory. I'm afraid… afraid I won't be able to put it back together. Afraid I won't recognize the person staring back at me." I stared back at myself in the mirror.

Her voice broke as she said, “I’m afraid that this is all my fault… that I dragged us into something we can’t escape.” The symbols glowed, and the door creaked open, revealing a narrow staircase that spiraled into darkness. --- The Mirror of Truth At the top of the tower, they found the Mirror of Truth. It was a massive, ornate mirror with a surface that shimmered like liquid silver. As they approached, their reflections twisted and morphed, showing distorted versions of themselves. “It’s showing us our fears,” Ryan whispered. The room grew colder, and the shadows around them began to move. From the corners of the chamber, dark figures emerged, each one mirroring the group’s worst nightmares

Which should have told me something. The house had never let me be happy for three days in a row without a reason. It started with the mirrors. Every reflective surface in the house began showing the same thing at the same time. The vision from the master bedroom mirror. The one it had shown Liam that morning. All three of us;Liam on his knees, mouth stretched around a thick shadow cock that wasn’t mine, ass plugged with writhing tendrils, while I rode on Liam face while Elias’s cock fucked me from behind. The visions looped—silent, endless, obscene. My reflection always looked blissed out. Broken. Silent but vivid. Playing over and over in every mirror in every room like the house wanted to

As for me, I was so weak I could barely see. My blood was running dry, my vision blurring, but I stared at Cassian’s breakdown with the cold detachment of a ghost. This was what I wanted. I wanted them to see the truth. I wanted them to pay for what they did. Just then, the Blood Mirror shook violently. Its red light grew blinding. Everyone thought the memories were over, but the mirror began pulling out a memory that shouldn't exist.

“I don’t know how long they’ll keep us here… They haven’t done anything yet, but who knows what tomorrow brings? Just… please.” She didn’t respond. She shut me out again. Fine. I looked around, searching for something to focus on—and then I saw it. A mirror, far off. My reflection, barely recognizable. And I stumbled. I had seen this before… in a dream. This exact position. This exact dungeon. But it wasn’t me I saw in chains—it was Rose. What the hell was going on? Why was the dream wrong? Or… was it? Maybe it was time I stopped ignoring them. Time I started questioning what my dreams really meant.

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

Could it be that my mom has already awoken in reality before me? I can finally go home. I feel myself smile while rushing towards it. But the mirror is broken. The horror of my realization dawns on me as the little pieces of glass stay scattered on the floor. No... I pick up the pieces in hopes that I can still exit this horror. No... But to no avail, I still cannot see myself in it. No... And I can no longer see myself sleeping on the bed with it. The mirror is gone like powder and ashes. How can I go home now?

Wulfric stepped forward, explaining, “These aren’t ordinary mirrors. They show you what you fear most, who you fear you’ll become. We each have to confront our own reflections to move forward.” Damien took a deep breath as he approached the nearest mirror. His reflection morphed before him, revealing an older version of himself, one burdened by leadership and failure, dark eyes filled with weariness. This vision sent a shiver through him—his fear of losing himself in the struggle for power and respect. Claud stepped up next. His mirror showed him wielding a fiery sword, a fierce warrior avenging his past, but with a shadowy figure of himself lurking behind, a reminder of the rage that could

"Die! Die you evil thing!" I continued screaming as I hit the glass repeatedly, but halfway through I realized the mirror wasn't breaking and falling to the floors but rather it remained glued to the wall, just having several crack lines without even a piece falling off. "Wh-what?" I asked breathlessly at the realization, "what sort of mirror is this?" My hand was already bloody all over and the glass hasn't fallen off at all. "I need to get something... Something bigger" I mumbled to myself and rushed back into the now completely destroyed bedroom, nothing was left untouched, not even the bed, as I had cut through it, releasing most of its contents on the floors.