Dive Mirror Novels & Stories

Reseller said smiling while holding the stone. She bent down to pick something up and brought out a mirror. She placed it in front of me". This mirror is also a revealing mirror, it can only show you the surface of what is inside of you, but holding this stone and looking into the mirror it will help you see deep inside of you" she said, giving me the stone. She went to the entrance of the tent but not actually closing it, because the tent was still open. I looked at her with conduction and a questionable look.

Natasha and Dave weaved their way through the enchanting labyrinth, their reflections multiplying and distorting with every turn. Amidst the mirrors, they came across a large, circular installation that stood at the center of the room. It consisted of suspended glass orbs, each containing a tiny, intricately painted scene. Natasha and Dave found themselves mesmerized by the miniature worlds, peering into each orb as if glimpsing into a hidden universe. Dave leaned closer to examine one of the orbs. "These miniatures are like portals to different realities. It's amazing how such intricate details can be captured within such a small space."

They then accompanied Ivory's departure with their prayers for Ivory's safety, which meant safety for them too. Ivory traveled through the ocean, whose depth even exceeded other oceans. At first, she didn't see anything unusual there. However, the deeper she dived, the more it became apparent that, indeed, everything that happened in this place was just a fake. Ivory approached the source of all these problems, which turned out to be due to a mirror at the bottom of the ocean that no one knew who had placed it. Many people believed that the mirror was to be a magic mirror she had heard about from some of her sea friends. The mirror serves to overcome water shortages in several places, but th

Instead, he cast a seemingly casual glance at Caspian. Caspian kept a nervous look on his face, keeping the helplessness and expectation that a trapped person should have. His expression was in place, so Valdis Goth was completely relieved and focused on the eyeball. He turned his palm around at this moment. When he raised it again, a small white mirror had appeared in his palm. The small mirror was a diamond-shaped mirror, which could be held by one hand. At this time, because the small mirror was in the hands of Valdis Goth, Caspian couldn't see the specific appearance of the mirror.

Because for him, it has. “Prepare them,” he says casually. The guards move instantly. Not rushing. Not hesitating. Obedient. A massive object is brought into the chamber. It takes several warriors to carry it—an obsidian mirror framed in jagged stone that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. The surface ripples faintly, as if something beneath it is aware of being used. A communication relic. Old. Unstable. Powerful. It is set upright before Malrik. He steps in front of it, adjusting nothing, waiting for nothing. The mirror responds immediately to his presence, dark energy curling across its surface like smoke trapped behind glass.

Or rather, the void that was Dendrus IV which was covered in mirror satellites. Various reports scrolled along the tacmap’s holographic edges, which High Admirals Anali and Halbrect read with great interest. “Can we verify that Godeater’s antigrav field is still active?” asked Halbrecht. “It’d be great if we didn’t have to contend with it at all.” “Unfortunately, it is,” Anali replied. “Raijin sent me her findings on those mirror facilities - they don’t just maneuver the mirrors around. Each one also emits an antigrav field. All of ‘em combined covers the planet.”

He disappeared into the adjoining room, the beaded curtain rustling behind him. My thoughts went to Zevarion. I had already made my choice, I would stay by his side, no matter what, but I needed to know. I had to know what he truly was. The man returned moments later, cradling a black mirror with edges that shimmered faintly like the surface of still water under moonlight. “This is an obsidian mirror,” he explained. “Drop your blood onto it, or into water mixed with silver dust. When a demon looks into it, their true form will be revealed.”

Then, I pressed both palms against the glass and whispered the activation words: “Aikan’zarr elst vele’.” The mirror flickered once… then rippled like liquid mercury before stabilizing. A scene came into view, a real-time image of one of the brothel rooms. Baevera Eldareth and her first client. They had already begun. Or, rather, he had. Baevera lay beneath him like a corpse. Heavy-lidded, desire-filled eyes watching him as he worked himself into a frenzy. The Moonmirror had no sound, but it did not need any. The image was clear enough.

This mirror had no reflection unless it was commanded to show one. I pressed my palm against its surface. It was cold. “Sumatra,” I whispered. The word was old. Older than my crown. Older than my name. I repeated it slowly this time. My voice sank into the mirror, pulled downward as though swallowed by a deep water. The silver veins ignited, glowing faintly, then brighter, until the surface of the mirror darkened entirely. Then it moved. The blackness peeled back, revealing stone, and roots. I recognized it instantly.

Then I pulled. The heavy fabric fell away in one sweeping motion. Dust exploded through the air. And the mirror— Awakened. I staggered back instinctively. The glass was not normal. Not reflective in any ordinary sense. At first, I saw only myself. Pale. Wide-eyed. Crowned. Frightened. But then— Silver fumes began moving beneath the surface. My blood ran cold. Not on the mirror. Inside it. Like smoke trapped beneath water. Swirling. Curling.