Broken Mirrors Novels & Stories

someone whispered. The floor trembled. From the marble beneath them, mirrors began to rise. Dozens. Then hundreds. Tall and slender. Cracked and warped. Some clean as new silver. Others smeared with blood-like streaks. They encircled the chamber like silent judges. Elarion’s gaze darted across their reflections. But something was off. Some mirrors didn’t reflect the room. They showed memories that hadn’t happened yet. Others showed versions of the students—distorted, broken, afraid.

“You’re scaring me.” I pointed toward the mirror, my voice trembling. “She’s… she’s not me.” He followed my gaze, frowning. “There’s nothing there.” The reflection laughed silently, eyes glinting like liquid silver. Then, before my eyes, it reached out and pressed its palm against the inside of the glass. A faint shimmer spread outward like ripples on water. The mirror moved. A pulse of light burst through the room. I screamed as Damien grabbed me, pulling me away just as a crack sliced down the center of the glass. The sound of breaking was deafening.

I hissed. I slammed my hand against the mirror again and cracks split across its surface, spreading like veins. The reflection’s voice turned desperate. “Rory, stop! You’ll destroy me!” “Good,” I whispered. The mirror broke. Pain burst through my armglass tearing my skin, blood spilling across the floor. I fell to my knees, gasping. The broken bits glowed softly, reflecting not Elias, not Selene but me. A thousand versions of me. Crying. Screaming. Laughing.

Ana (voice thick): “Eight treasures down, thirty-nine still sleeping. Tonight we wake the ninth.” She leads us past the church, up a frozen path to an ancient hay barn that smells of cedar and centuries. Inside stands the Winterglass Mirror: tall, black ice veined with silver, humming like a hive. It doesn’t show our reflections. It shows futures we’re terrified of. - Me on a throne of frozen blood, crown complete, eyes empty. - Remy kneeling, broken, dagger at his own throat. - Seras burning everything she loves because she couldn’t stop it.

Gone. I stood there, rooted in place, drenched and trembling, unable to breathe. I had seen a mirror, a living, breathing mirror, not just someone who looked like me. This was me, and she had seen me first. I couldn’t move. I felt frozen. The rain kept pouring, running into my eyes and trickling down my neck, but I remained still, staring at the boutique’s glowing door long after it had closed behind her. My breath came in shallow gasps, each one trembling as if the air itself had turned heavy. It wasn’t just shock. It felt deeper. Something primal. When her gaze locked with mine, a connection formed between us. I sensed that this was more than just a coincidence.

It looked as though it were made of silver, but it was too dirty and tarnished to really see. Rori bit her lip as curiosity whispered in her ear, she found herself suddenly clutching part of the sheet and rubbing a clear spot in the center of the mirror. As she peered into the somewhat reflective surface, she was shocked to discover not her own reflection, but the smiling face of her forgotten best friend. Kristi’s piercing blue eyes were almost looking directly at Rori and the young girl gasped as she noticed more movement behind the dirty mirror. Rori feverishly scrubbed the surface clean, and as she dropped the now grimy sheet, she saw not just Kristi but Mason and Max. Rori didn’t recog

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

I slumped on the bed dozing of. I didn't wake up until nine o'clock in the morning. I yawned loudly looking around and Daniel was no where to be found. Everywhere was quiet and I almost thought the said rapture had taken place. I was having a hangover from last night and all my body were aching me. I really needed a massage, I thought standing up from the bed and going over to the big standing mirror beside the bed. I looked at the mirror, my eyes were kind of swollen and and not purely white as usual. I brought my hands to my face rubbing my cheeks. The foundation power I applied on my face were now broken and had mostly cleaned off.

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

Alessia turned back to the map and pointed to a section near the Lunaris border—where red threads were faint but strangely… patterned. Here, corruption curved into a spiral instead of a jagged vein. “There,” she said. Kade frowned. “I feel… something odd there. The feeling wasn't particularly strong, but it was definitely wrong. But wrong.” Selene’s eyes gleamed. “Ah, the Ruined Mirrors.” Seraphine shivered. “That sounds cursed.” Rian squeaked, still focusing on the map. “What are the Ruined Mirrors?” “Old Lunaris temple ruins,” Selene said. “Built to amplify luminous reflections. They were broken in a war generations ago.”