Broken Mirrors Novels & Stories

Matchington? A: You do not have to worry about that. All I want you to do right now is to go home and let your grandma know I have already told you about your true identity and when you get hold on the pendant and hear whatever you need to hear, just give me a call and it will be a game start.' Azrael says whiles staring at his mate with a wicked smile which made her have chills all over her body. _flashbacks continue_ {dialogue between Miriam(M) and Jessa(J)}.

I want to curl up and bawl my eyes out. One of the huge custom-made gold gilded mirrors, cracked right along its ten-foot centre, has been left hanging up there like that would ever be acceptable. Not only is it horrendous to see but if that glass fell out of that frame, it would kill somebody. I can only guess at how out of hand the nights in here have been getting if they smashed one of the mirrors mid-party. Joanne doesn’t give a toss about this place—evidently. She doesn’t get what it means at all, what it means to me.

"Uh... the British and French Mirrors are still at large, so is the Russian one. We just found out that the British and French Mirrors hate each other, so I wouldn't worry about them joining forces, which is good because they're the strongest ones so far. Now, the French might contact the Russian instead. Which is funny, by the way, because during the human wars, the Russians actually--" LJ stopped. His brethren were all looking at him weirdly. Just as well, he didn't know what he was saying anymore. "I'll take over from here." Haneul sighed, looking at LJ in disappointment. "As Li Jie said, the British, French, and Russian Mirrors are still at large. The Cuban Mirror remains incarcerated in

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

And as the chamber descended into darkness, a single glimmer of light danced upon one of the shattered mirrors—a symbol of hope amidst the encroaching despair, and a promise that the answers they sought were within their grasp. With their weapons still in hand, Jaxon and his allies braced themselves for the impending onslaught. The shards of the shattered mirrors quivered with ominous energy as if they were the teeth of some unseen beast waiting to devour them. The encroaching darkness swirled around them, threatening to engulf their very souls.

The lights flicked back on, momentarily stunning me with their brightness. I swept my eyes to Orion’s, expecting him to continue when something across the room captured my attention. There were mirrors along the walls. Hundreds of them, all wrapped in golden frames that caught the brunt of the twinkling light. Each one was the same size and shape—similar to that of a door. I suppose I should’ve been surprised when one started shimmering, the glass rippling as though it were water disturbed by an errant stone. With a snarl, Orion pushed me behind him. I peered around him, through the plumes of flame that engulfed his body, in time to see two forms emerged from a single mirror.

So, I am not able to see the one standing behind the mirrors of the room, but they can see me and communicate with me. Four mirror-like walls are enclosing this room: the mirror of reality, the mirror of fear, the mirror of sins and guilt and the mirror of retribution and punishment. The first mirror is the mirror of reality. That one is displaying the true self of the one imprisoned. I looked at that one and… goddamn, do I look like shit, I look like long haired butterfaced ogre, all swollen, with broken bones jutting through my lacerated skin, which was plagued with cuts and bruises. My hair is knotted, sticky, and full of blood and dust. It is matted, dirty and all over the place. I look

At first glance, they looked normal, but a closer look showed warped, skewed versions of themselves looking back. “This place…” Damon mumbled; his voice low. “It feels wrong.” Aiden stepped closer to one of the mirrors, studying his image. His face stared back at him, but his eyes were dark and empty. The mirror smirked, though Aiden hadn’t moved. “Do you see that?” Aiden asked, his voice uncomfortable. Damon nodded grimly. “They’re not just reflections. They’re something else.” As they moved deeper into the hall, the reflections became more skewed. Aiden’s mirror self was now covered in scars, his clothes torn and bloodstained. Damon’s image looked older, and he was filled with anger and so

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

But now there was something new. Ash. Circles of it, in spirals. Like someone had danced here, barefoot in soot. In the center: a mirror. Not old. Modern. But the glass was wrong. Too clear. Mason stepped in front of it—and his reflection didn’t move. Evelyn grabbed his arm. “Back up.” He did. His reflection stayed for half a second too long. Then it blinked. Not him. The glass cracked. Evelyn raised her flashlight—and the mirror shattered, exploding outward.