Crushed Crystal Mirror Novels & Stories

The air in the room was thick with the sound of silence as the shards of the mirror lay scattered across the floor. Bliss stood there, breathless, her body still trembling from the force of the mirror’s shattering. The house had tried to take her, tried to break her spirit and trap her within its walls. But now, with the mirror destroyed, it felt as though the grip the house had on her was starting to loosen, just enough for her to breathe, to feel free.

"My granddaughter is alive, and she is more deserving of Nethras than half of you are of your thrones." For a moment, I saw Selena flinch. Just slightly. Just enough to know that Grandmother had drawn blood. "Enough," Lord Valerius's voice cut through the burgeoning argument. He looked at me, his gaze lingering on my wrist where the Moon Seal pulsed. "Bring forth the Mirror of Reflection." --- The First Trial: Reflection Attendants wheeled forth the massive slab of mercury-backed crystal again. It was taller than I was, its surface rippling like the skin of a living thing. The mirror didn't reflect light - it seemed to absorb it, drawing the blue torchlight into its depths like a predator dr

If I'm not there, maybe they'll be safe and maybe Dante will not come after them and maybe I can stop them from getting hurt. I threw the frame hard on the floor and broke it into pieces. I took the photo away and kept it on the night stand before taking a glass piece into my palm. Just then, the room door opened and Nicky came into the room. I don't want to see them. I don't want to see him. I don't want them. I don't. I don't. I hid the glass piece in my palms and held them behind me. "Iris, listen, we just want you to be safe. We can't take it if we lost you" he said taking slow steps towards me. He looked down at the floor and the broken pieces of glass on the floor and then at my face.

Her eyes roamed around and fell on her dressing mirror. The mirror that she would always spend a lot of time in the morning in front of, trying to fix her hair, her lipstick shade, and all of her makeup. The mirror stand was all pink as well with pink drawers and white taping at the edges. Her room could just serve as a display of pink in its beauty. She walked to her mirror stand and cleared away all the cosmetics on it in anger. All the cosmetics slithered away to the floor at once, making a loud chattering noise.

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

His body shook, and a bright light shone behind him, forming numerous crystal mirrors that blocked in front of the spatial hand. Boom! Clack! As soon as the crystal mirrors made contact with the spatial hand, they were crushed into pieces. However, when the hand tore apart the mirrors and caught Xing Mo, it only crushed his afterimage. His real body had already revealed a cold smile as he looked at Rong Zun.

Is the multiverse getting tired of my interventions? I kept asking myself for hours, days, weeks; but the truth was that I didn’t care even a little about the answer. I just wanted to see her. A low flicker arose from the mirror I built with the crystal, it was a mere copy, a copy of the mirror I once saw in a dragon’s room; it was a poorly made and obviously depressing copy, but it was enough for me.

The mirror that he had sensed on the floor was another one of the protections that they had put in here, it retained the face of the last thing that it always saw and before that thing had been the crystal, it was a way for the elders at the court of hades to keep an eye on the crystal and make sure that it was out of harm's way. Now it was lying on the floor discarded, but maybe it had managed to see something that could help them, maybe it saw who took the crystal before it was knocked over. The little fragment of the dark crystal that he had found gave him a bit more power, it would not be as powerful as the whole thing and now that the crystal had been broken, the fragments could be in a

My pulse thrummed, a war drum calling me deeper, pulling me toward Leo. The Crystal Society palace stretched ahead, a cavern of ruin where my grandfather once greeted the powerful and the damned. I stepped inside, boots grinding against shattered glass, and caught my reflection in the broken crystal mirror - a million jagged pieces staring back, each one a shard of me. My face splintered into chaos, eyes hollow, mouth twisted, as dilapidated as the walls around me. I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the steady thud beneath my ribs, and wondered how something so whole could feel so fucking fractured.

A crystalline, shattering wail that reverberated through the entire corridor. The pane splintered from the point of contact, cracks shooting outward in a spiderweb pattern. My knuckles tore; hot blood smeared across the surface as it broke. Shards exploded outward, catching the light, each one a tiny, jagged shard of the dying‑Willa scene. For a heartbeat, it looked like a rain of her faces. Then they hit the floor. Or should have. Instead of clattering, they… sank. The mirror‑floor accepted them like water, ripples spreading outward from each point where my bloodied shards met the reflective surface.