Broken Mirrors Book Novels & Stories

The faint whispers from the forest still seemed to linger in Anna’s ears, making her shiver. “This is the library,” Ryan argued, pointing at the familiar rows of bookshelves. “Same dusty shelves, same creepy vibe.” “No,” Logan said firmly, stepping forward. He gestured to the mirrors embedded in the walls. Unlike before, their surfaces were cracked, and the reflections they cast were distorted and fragmented. “The library isn’t supposed to look like this.” Anna’s stomach churned as she noticed the cracks spreading across the mirrors, their spiderweb patterns glowing faintly. The scenes they reflected were fractured—a glimpse of the silver forest here, a shadowy hallway there, and flashes of

In every shadow, in every reflection… inside me. The grand central hall loomed before them. Cracked chandeliers swayed slightly, casting jagged patterns of fractured light across the marble floors. Shattered mirrors lined the walls, fragments floating midair in impossible, gravity-defying arcs. At the far end, the largest mirror once the prison of Afterlight began to ripple and shimmer as if water disturbed by a stone. And then she emerged.

Swallowing torchlight at its edges without reflecting back. Burnt myrrh and dark resin flood my sinuses. She steps backward into it. One uneven stride favoring her wounded side. The rift folds shut. Gone. My claws close on empty air. Jaw locks so hard my teeth ache. Breath stuck behind my sternum. Fingers still hooked, useless at my sides. Shame burns hotter than the fire ever could. Where she stood, something clatters against stone. A mirror. Obsidian, cracked down its center. Framed in tarnished silver. Blood-red smoke threads from the fissure, slow and rhythmic.

Her reflection stared back. Becky leaned closer, eyes narrowing. The woman in the mirror leaned closer too, lips parting. For a second—just a second—Becky thought she saw water bead along the reflection’s hairline. Thought she saw silver light flicker beneath the skin. She screamed. With a violent motion, she ripped the mirror from the wall. Glass shattered as it hit the floor, shards exploding outward. Becky stumbled back, chest heaving, staring at the broken pieces scattered at her feet. Each fragment reflected her face at a different angle—twisted, fractured, multiplied.

I didn’t need a book to help me. As I was about to stand, my eyes caught the mirror I had taken with me from the MoonBorn pack and I paused, lifting the small object off the table and gazing into its broken frame. The mirror was already broken from all the struggles back in that terrifying forest. I still didn’t know why I had brought it with me when there was nothing special about it. It had a simplistic design and the only thing that made it peculiar was the carved initials on it. Yet seeing it reminded me of Laila and her stories about the Omega who became Luna.

I pulled it out and saw it was a book on shadow wraiths. Intrigued, I carried it back to the table. It was already getting dark outside, so I lit a candle, the small flame flickering in the drafty room. There was a large mirror directly opposite me on the wall, and it reflected the light in a way that kept catching the corner of my eye. I found it annoying because I was just getting to an interesting part of the book, but the glare wouldn't stop. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the text about spirits that could mimic human forms.

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

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 ask again, louder this time. No answer. My throat tightens. The mirrors look normal from where I stand. Nothing more than light, shadow, and endless reflection. But the air buzzes, thick with grief. I take a slow step forward, drawn to the last mirror despite myself. The mirror before me ripples. My reflection blurs. For a moment, it looks like someone else entirely, a figure with silver eyes and a cruel smile. Then the surface clears, and the image changes. Riven.

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.