Broken Mirrors Book Novels & Stories

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.

I could feel it—its walls vibrating softly, its breath rising in the dust motes around me. And then—I stood. I knew where I needed to go. The mirror room. *** It was just as I remembered. Shattered glass still scattered the floor like frozen stars. The large mirror was gone—exploded in a curse-breaking storm. But along the far wall… stood a smaller one. Unbroken. Framed in tarnished silver. Covered with a thin sheet of white silk. My hands shook as I stepped forward. I hadn’t looked into a mirror since that night.

The Blood Mirror let out a piercing hum. The entire catacomb trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ancient stone pillars. The candles flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows. "Impossible..." The elder backed away, shaking. "The mirror is moving on its own? This breaks all the ancient laws..." But the mirror was beyond anyone's control now. It ruthlessly drained my very last drops of blood. The crimson light was blinding. I could feel the last bit of warmth leaving my body, but at the same time, a twisted sense of satisfaction washed over me.

Everything was as always and yet very different. They were still alive. Those damn bastards who turned my sixth birthday into a bloody massacre are still alive! My childhood was ruined after that. Everything had changed from one day to the next and even today I only had to look in the mirror to see everything in front of me again. "Crap!" Sneakers squeaked across the floor. Seth came into my field of vision. "What's wrong?" One look out of the corner of his eye was all he got, then I struck again.

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.