Broken Mirrors Book Novels & Stories

The Hall dimmed. When I opened my eyes, the figure in the mirrors was gone. But I could still feel him. Watching. Waiting. Kairos placed one hand on the mirror that had shattered earlier. “Help me find the exit.” The mirror flickered under his touch. For a moment, it showed a small ripple of light. A path. I whispered, “I can open it, but it will hurt.” “Do it.” I pressed my palm to the mirror. Silver light spilled out like thin threads. They crawled under the cracks, pulling them apart in slow stretches that made the glass groan.

Her hands slowly cover her mouth, finding herself taking a few steps back. The mirrors placed inside the punishment room had been there for as long as she could remember. It was older than her, older than her professor, and older than her professor’s professor. It was so old that even though it had fallen off the hooks it was placed on, it wouldn’t break. And yet, almost every mirror that was within Amara’s reach had cracks on them. The mirrors inside were made of strong metal, but she could see indentations on its casing. It looked like strong nails were run through it, making it look like Amara had scratched on the doors, trying to get out.

The cinnabar and the yellow paper fell everywhere. He felt the blood vigour stirring in his chest. He could no longer hold the blood and puked it out. The puked blood splashed on the mirror falling aside. A strange scene was happening. The blood on the mirror was absorbed immediately, without any trace left. Later, the grey and ordinary mirror changed drastically. It had grown twice bigger, with one side black and one side red. The handle below became golden. It shone brightly. --------------- We have opened a discussion post on Facebook Group about this book , and you can post anything you want to say about this story, and we will invite the original author to unpuzzle all your questions. T

“He knew before we arrived. If I don’t go, he’ll keep sending signs. Keep sending traps. The only way out… is through.” Tristan cursed, but followed. Cara stepped beside them, silent but steady. They crossed the threshold into the path. And the mirrors closed behind them. --- The field curved downward, like a valley made of broken light. It should have been sharp. Bloody. But the glass didn’t cut them—it welcomed them. Reflections swirled on every surface—memories, faces, things long buried. Cara paused beside a shard. “I know this one.” She knelt and touched it.

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

After Miriam leaves, Jessa makes a call. ' hey mate, let the game start!' Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

Chapter 173: The Laboratory of Broken Mirrors The transition from Tier Two to the deeper sectors was a descent into an alchemical tomb. The air here was dry, cold, and heavy with the scent of old paper and calcified bone. This was Malakor’s private sanctuary—the Laboratory of Mirrors. The walls were lined with thousands of small, polished obsidian fragments, arranged in intricate, geometric patterns designed to reflect and amplify the light of the mountain core throughout the mountain complex. As Natalia’s group burst into the long gallery, their torches caught the mirrors, creating a disorienting, endless hall of flickering orange and violet reflections. Every step they took was multiplied

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.

She turns slowly, and though Lumina can’t see her eyes, something about her expression makes her chest tighten. Then — a baby crying. The sound echoes, sharp, desperate. It's alone, lying on stone, wrapped in a blanket stained with something dark. A fire blazes next. Screams cut through the night, shadows running in panic. The flames twist, reaching for the sky like they’re alive. Then the mirror goes still for half a second. Lumina gasps. And just before more can be revealed — a loud, echoing crack. The mirror splinters down the center.

The Mirror Room wasn’t built for comfort. It was made to fracture reality, to dismantle the sense of self. Floor to ceiling, the room was encased in flawless, polished glass. Every breath, every blink, every heartbeat reflected a thousand times over. There were no shadows here, just distortions—haunting, endless versions of whoever dared to step inside.