Dive Mirror Novels & Stories

He enjoyed the way their eyes flashed to his but never stayed, the way they were afraid. "Are we clear?" Veyron's piercing and purposeful voice broke through the muttering. The only sound to break the silence was the distant trickle of water from the cavern's roof. The gathered crowd reluctantly nodded, not wanting to say anything. "Well done." A grin that was equal parts threat and joy curved his lips. He turned away and paced to the chamber's edge, where a huge mirror made of obsidian stood, its surface vibrating slightly as if it were alive. That mirror was an ingenious bit of engineering. An all-in-one surveillance tool and platform. He had seen kingdoms collapse, alliances break, and li

He ran towards the edge of the bridge where May had stood before she jumped down the bridge then he dived into the river to save her. May who had initially closed her eyes when she jumped into the river, opened her eyes only to find out she was still in the river. Why was she still here? She thought if she had jumped down from the bridge then she would be transported back to her world just as she came here but why was she still here? Why was nothing happening? She tried to swim up but she found herself drowning to the bottom of the river. What was happening? What on earth was happening right now? She began to panic as she thought this could be the end of her. Was she going to die like this?

“Men, bring me the magic mirror!” As the Divine Holy Emperor ordered, a few disciples of the Divinity Sect walked in while carrying a bronze mirror. The mirror was two meters in height, and mysterious symbols were carved on it. The Divine Holy Emperor said, “This is a magic mirror. As long as you have cultivated the Demonic Arts or Demonic Energy, everything will be revealed by the bronze mirror.” At that moment, James had stood up, and the mirror was before him. Standing before the mirror, a bronze light shone on him. At that moment, the Demonic Energy inside his body churned.

The shard of mirror is now glowing in his hand like hot coal. But someone is coming. Van dives beneath his blanket. He had a queer feeling that the woman must not see him awake and holding a blazing mirror. Between the gaps of his blanket, he could see the door opening and the woman peering in. After making sure they are asleep, she leaves. The coast is now clear and Van sits on his bed to watch the glowing mirror. What’s going on here? The mirror then blazes brighter and it is now as warm as freshly baked bread.

"I know, I know," "I won't fail you, and I won't fail her." I promised. He pulled away, genuine happiness in his expression. "I want to show you something," My father guided me towards the relics at the far end of the chamber, where a large mirror stood out amongst the ancient artifacts. Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings. "This," my father said, gesturing towards the mirror, "is a very special artifact. It's called the Mirror of Revelation." I looked at him, curiosity mingling with hope in my eyes. "What does it do?"

Just… the offering. Savannah looked around sharply. “Hello?” she called. A pause. Then nothing. Finally, she caught sight of a mirror—large, ornate, and perfectly placed opposite the bed. She stared into it long and hard before stepping to the side. The light didn’t change. Her reflection seemed… off. Too slow. Too clean. She stepped closer. Tapped the glass. It rang dull. A two-way mirror. Someone was watching. ***

Vin grunted, pulling his mask down. "Locked," Bin echoed, testing his air valve with a sharp hiss. "It's time to dive," Victoria declared. They dropped to the water hangar, mounted three Jet Skis, and shot out into the roaring storm waves. Fifty meters out, Victoria pulled up to the green GPS buoy, checked her mask one last time, and rolled backward off the seat into the freezing water. The second her head went under, the roar of the storm vanished, replaced by the mechanical click-hiss of her diving mask's air valve. Around her, Vito, Vin, Bin, and two elite divers formed a circle, their underwater flashlights cutting bright beams through the dark water.

Those who were cursing me moments ago were now holding their breath. Every single eye turned to Tania, who was shaking like a leaf. "No... it's not like that..." Tania shook her head frantically, her voice shrill. "It's a lie! It's a trap Evelyn set up!" But no one bought it. The Blood Mirror was an artifact of the First Vampires. It never lied. Valerius rose to his feet. Hellfire blazed in his eyes. The crushing aura of a Lord suffocated the room.

EPISODE 1 — THE MIRROR The mirror hangs on the dressing room wall, framed in silver so heavy two men would struggle to move it from its mount. In the coffee shop where Mira’s life ended, the only mirrors were the small, smudged squares above the bathroom sinks — scratched with initials and hearts, reflecting faces tired from work and worry. Here, this glass is perfect, polished to a clarity that shows not just reflections but the faint ghost of what was there before. The silver frame carries cold like a block of ice pulled from winter water, and when she presses her palm against it, the metal leaves white marks on her skin that take seconds to fade.

"We won't be able to get to the island by boat. We'll have to dive." Damien opened the storage room on his private boat, and there were five pairs of diving suits. A waterproof plastic has also been prepared to accommodate each backpack. However, one is not there. And that's what Alexis is asking. "Then where's the scuba tank?" "I didn't bring it," Damien said casually, which made everyone gape in disbelief. "This is your first practice, to train your lung capacity. So, you have to predict when the lightning will strike after observing it for a while. When the lightning doesn't strike, you have to quickly take a breath on the surface of the sea and go straight back into the sea to avoid it."