Crushed Crystal Mirror Novels & Stories

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.

she added as she smash the crack mirror into fragment! The reflection have long been weak and can only stare blankly at the woman. The broken pieces of the mirror is thrown into the window and is disapear to the darkest fog that is somehow flickering dimly. “Gone, my dear, and be greatful your body conceive with my help!” Her laughter vibrated out to the deepest of the darkness, and the bloody eyes slowly open their eyes.

“I haven’t read anywhere about a mirror here ... And why is it here? Sure it's a spell, a magic mirror, but how could we activate it?” Alexander began to inspect that wall that exactly reflected their image and which was huge, joining the ceiling to the floor and the wall on the left to the wall on the right. He wanted to say something, but a frightening noise stopped him. Johnny, the genius, took a stone and threw it with full force at that mirror, so that it cracked from top to bottom, making a hellish noise as if the windows of a skyscraper went boom at the same time. In the blink of an eye, all cracks disappeared suddenly, being absorbed by that mirror, which later became a living mirror

The chairs and wardrobe pushed aside to accommodate its thick gilded frame; a large mirror had been propped against the bedroom wall. Ancient symbols scrawled over its reflective surface, it hummed with the lines of a spell that was being spoken in a long dead tongue. The glass beginning to reverberate from the collective force of the enchantment, it shuddered violently in the confines of its wooden support for some time. A faint ringing eventually heard emerging from the mirror. It was abruptly followed by the harsh pang of cracks forming across its surface.

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

The girl no one wanted. Then the glass moved. I stumbled back as my reflection "smiled"at me—a grin too wide, too knowing. "You don’t belong here, little storm." My breath caught. The room spun. And in the walk-way light, my eyes glowed—violet, just for a second. Then the mirror cracked. I was alone again. But not for long. I swallow hard and walk forward. The path curves ahead, lined with statues of figures cloaked in shadow. Their faces are worn smooth by time, but I swear one of them turns its head as I pass.

“I laugh too loudly. I cry when I’m angry. I eat ice cream when I’m sad. I loved Nicholas with my whole soul, and I would do it again.” I turned to the child. “I still carry you.” To the warrior. “I honor you.” And to the goddess. “I thank you but I don’t need to be more than myself.” The mirrors began to glow. Cracks wound their bodies pretty, dazzling cracks like paths of light opening up. Cracked one after another, not in violent explosions, but as viewed to waves breaking under an occasional soft explosion, to pieces which in their thousands of silver pieces, ascended into the air like spangles.

“Now I can scrutinize myself freely” Mane remarked as he stood within the walls of the relatively large bathroom. There was a bucket of water right next to him, and a large rectangular crystal called a Reflection Crystal bound to the wall that served a similar function to a mirror. Although the image that appeared in the crystal wasn’t as clear as a mirror image, it was pretty good and would serve the purpose for which Mane wanted it to.

I gasp, surprised and confused “But, why?” Walking through the library, heading toward the darkened back, flames light up against the wall as we pass, illuminating our path. “Because of this,” Althea stops, holding up her hand. Both Crimson and I turn to face what she is showing us. “A mirror?” Crimson scoffs, “What makes this mirror special enough to kill and almost wipe out a Pride?” His words die off when his eyes land on the enormous frosted, looking glass. Framed by an unknown dark metal that swirls and bends around the clouded mirror, carved with images of Jaguars, Bears, Wolfs, and humans, all the way to the top. In the center of the frame, sits an emblem of twisted vines and swords t