Broken Mirror In Dream Meaning の小説・ストーリー

He knew that this mirror held the key to their redemption, but he also sensed that it held a revelation that would shatter their perceptions. With trembling hands, Jaxon reached out and touched the surface of the mirror. An intense light burst forth, engulfing him and his companions. Images flashed before their eyes fragmented memories, hidden truths, and a revelation that shook their very foundations. The mirror revealed a startling revelation they were not the first to embark on this quest. Countless others had sought the Key of Renewal, each doomed to fail. The path they had followed was not a road to redemption but a cycle of despair. The mirrors held a malevolent power, trapping those w

If he is her mate, then he would surely reject them seeing how ruined and disgusting she was. “Alice! Don't say that. The scars mean nothing. He is meant for us.” Lenore snapped at her. “Alice yelled out loud; as she slammed her fist into the mirror. The glass cracked and shattered but held inside the mirror frame. She looked at the mirror surprised that she had hit it. Surprised that it was still intact. She looked at the mirror and hated it. The mirror was broken but still together. It could never be fixed but it was still together. She gritted her teeth, becoming more and more angry. She was the mirror, damaged, broken, ugly, and never being completely shattered but never being able to be

I couldn’t take my eyes off the broken reflection staring back at me, fractured and distorted. A shiver ran down my spine. “No… no, no, no,” I muttered under my breath, hugging the cake tighter. “That’s a bad sign. That’s not good.” Broken mirrors meant bad luck. My mother used to whisper it like a curse when I was a kid. And the way this one had cracked, splitting me into a dozen different faces staring back, I felt it in my bones. Something terrible was about to happen. I shook my head fast, forcing the thought away. “Stop it. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just glass. Just bad balance. That’s all.”

I grab the lamp and hurl it into the dresser mirror. The glass explodes. Shards everywhere. I stare at it—breathe in the chaos, the broken things lying around. Then I punch the full length mirror that sits by the closet. It splits my skin open, warm blood rushing out like it’s been waiting to escape. I yank my hand back and some of the glass comes with it—most doesn’t. It stays lodged in my palm, glittering under the faint moonlight sneaking through the curtains. I stare at the blood for a second. It’s red. That’s all. Red like a stop sign. Red like betrayal. Red like Lior’s mouth on Vince’s neck.

Suddenly, the mirror fogged—on the glass, words began to burn in reverse from within the reflection itself. Glowing Words: “BEWARE THE BLOOD YOU HIDE.” Ceres gasped. The mirror cracked.

"What does that mean?" "It means the dead have started introducing themselves." The basin cracked. A sound like lake ice breaking split the chamber. Light poured up through the seams in the floor, silver and blinding. Every mirror in the room reflected a different version of me. Me older. Me bloodied. Me crowned in light. Me gone completely dark around the eyes. Me smiling when I wasn't. "No," I whispered. Mirabella looked at the mirrors, not at me. "You do not have much time before the city remembers the shape of this."

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?”

My reflection's eyes flickered, just for a heartbeat, from green to burning silver-gold. "No." I stumbled backward, hitting the doorframe. "No, no, no." The reflection tilted its head, mimicking the woman from my dream perfectly. Then it moved. Not with me. Not as a reflection should. It turned, as if looking at something behind it in the mirror world, and when it looked back at me, the smile was gone. In its place was something cold. Calculating. The surface of the mirror rippled like water disturbed by a stone. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Could only watch in frozen horror as my reflection pressed one pale hand against the glass from the inside.

It was old, the frame tarnished silver worked into a pattern of vines, the glass itself dark, like looking into a pool of standing water rather than a mirror. My reflection didn’t show up in it the way it should have. I turned it over in my hands, then carried it over to where Melissa was sleeping. “Melissa.” I touched her shoulder. “Wake up. I think I found something.” Her eyes opened, blinking blearily, and then sharpened the second they landed on the mirror in my hands. She sat up straighter.