Crushed Crystal Mirror Novels & Stories

It looks like a ugly, digusting, cursed, and nightmarish monster. "Noooo! It's not me!" I slapped the mirror down in horror, and it fell to the ground and shattered into thousands of pieces, each reflecting my trembling ugly appearance. The moonlight shone in from the window and fell on the smooth and flat mirror surface, each mirror fragment shining like a unique crystal gem, like the ice castle of the Ice Queen, but their beautiful surface reflected the ugly me. I can't accept that. My paws trembled and crossed, and a flash of determination flashed in my eyes.

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

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.

From inside the bag, she takes out a round mirror, made of a black stone, which was so polished. - Is that the Mausoleum stone? – Romeo asks. - yes, this is an Obsidian mirror. Romeo shrinks and looks away, not even wanting to look at it. Mary stretches out her hand and Julius takes the mirror. He looks at him from all sides and looks at the witch. - Don't look at it. Stare at him. - What will happen? – Shane asks. - I don't know. It depends on what the mirror wants to show Julius. It could be his past, the past before him, or one of the possible futures.

My reflection nearly stops my heart. The silver hair frames my face like liquid moonlight. The beads glimmer delicately. My eyeballs are silver, glowing faintly like emeralds beneath water and resting above my head is a crown. A structure of crystalline diamonds arranged in delicate arcs, floating just slightly above my hairline. The crown sparkles softly, refracting light across the mirror. I lift my hand slowly toward it. The moment my fingers brush the air near it, the crown vanishes. I blink.

She turned. At the far wall, half-buried in fallen stone, a mirror leaned—eight feet tall, gothic-arched, the frame a tangle of carved angels and demons locked in eternal collision. The glass was cracked, most of it intact. Burgundy veins marbled the surface like something old had dried there. “It’s beautiful,” she said, stepping closer despite herself. Her fingertips came away dark. Not paint. Blood. Michael brushed at the base. “Even with the crack, craftsmanship’s perfect. It looks sealed-yesterday fresh.”

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

The mark on his chest flared so bright it threw shadows across the clearing. The mirror shuddered. Serenya’s image flickered, then solidified—eyes wide, her mouth opening in silent terror. “Kaelen!” Mireya lunged, pulling him back as the surface of the mirror cracked. Silver light poured from the fractures, spilling across the altar and into the ground. The air screamed, high and sharp, like the tearing of metal. The echoes surrounding the clearing convulsed, their bodies twisting into smoke. Kaelen’s vision blurred. Through the pain, he saw her again—closer this time, reaching through the broken mirror as though clawing her way back.