Broken Mirrors Movie Novels & Stories

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.

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.

​The Forest of Mirrors was dying. The ink-black fluid spilling from Sarah’s mirror didn’t just coat the obsidian ground; it ate through the reflection of reality itself, turning the majestic, silvered trees into brittle, charcoal husks. The psychic weight of the collapse was suffocating. Every cracked pane of glass shrieked as it disintegrated, releasing the trapped whispers of a thousand stolen moments. ​Sarah stood amidst the ruins, untouched by the decay. She watched Laura and Dave with a gaze that held the clinical detachment of a mapmaker surveying a doomed border.

Laughter slid down the hall behind him. He looked. In the mirror on the landing, Julia’s demon face grinned, eyes like coals. “Don’t you love me, William?” He lurched into the corridor. Mirrors lined the walls. Each held her, clawing at the inside of the glass, reaching. His golf bag leaned by the linen press. He ripped out a five-iron. CRASH. A mirror blew apart. CRASH. Another. Shards screamed on hardwood. He ran and swung and ran and swung—ten mirrors a metre, ten doors she might pull him through.

Elena remained beside Roberto near the doorway, arms folded tightly across herself against the unnatural cold spreading through the hall. The necklace pulsed faintly beneath her shirt. Watching. Then— Roberto’s reflection moved. Not him. The reflection. Elena’s breath caught sharply. Roberto had gone still too. In the mirror, his reflected self slowly lifted its head a second later than the real movement. And smiled. A servant whimpered. The sound snapped something inside Roberto instantly. He grabbed a nearby chair and drove it violently into the glass. The mirror shattered with a deafening crack. Blood exploded across the walls.

She never had this problem looking in the darkness but this time, it seemed like her senses were limited. She stood before the big mirror with no reflection of herself in it. Just a complete darkness. She raised her hand and reached for the mirror, hoping it would be like any other mirror but instead, her hand went through. With a final glance behind her, Mira walked right into the mirror just to get greeted by a honking sound and an angry man. “Watch where you’re going, woman!” he shouted from his car.

The law of spirits is not to interfere in human affairs without the permission of the master. “Please… Jamaica…” “Jamaica, help her.” My consciousness screams incessantly, here separating me from the outside world is a large, tall, sturdy mirror. I kept screaming and banging on that mirror. In response to a sound echoing from my impact, I stood up and kicked incessantly with my foot, until my shoes ripped open to reveal my toes. I used my hand again, this time I could no longer hear my cry or screams. The mirror is my eyes. I don't want to, I can't leave Irina alone, through the glass I see Irina has been injured by the other guy, I don't know how much time has passed, but the first ray of t

I climbed into bed and started drifting asleep. I could feel the chills crawling up my spine as I walked around the room; it was the attic again. I saw a man with a little girl come up to the mirror, and I remembered something... "daddy took me up here, and I never came down," it was the ghost girl! But she was alive; I watched the two of them playing together. They were talking about different things and playing with some of the old stuff that was up here. The girl ran across the room, and her father followed, but he stopped in front of the mirror. I stood close enough to see the look in his eyes change from a vibrant green to blood red within a matter of seconds. The man had an evil glare;

I replied as I made my way out of my room while buttoning my shirt. I managed to reach the coffee shop just in time to see a new manager at the place. She was nothing like Damon. Her name was Mira. When I met her, she was really nice to me and treated me like her little brother. She was in her 20's. All of my co-workers couldn't stop talking about how beautiful she was. I just stood in a corner and laughed at them when I saw their dejected faces. They were all head over heels for her, but as expected, she politely refused their initiatives to make up a conversation with her.

A tear rolled down my face and my head started spinning and my vision went blurry. "Babe you look sick you need to go to the hospital!" He said grabbing my arm attempting to help me regain my balance. But I jerked it back. "Don't fucking touch me I can take care of myself and by the way I'm not your fucking babe anymore!" After I said that everything went black. ~Ella's P.O.V~ I woke up in a unfamiliar room and in a bed next to Nate. I covered my body up with the sheets as I tapped Nate on the shoulder.