Dive Mirror Novels & Stories

A cool drink of five fruits mixed with crushed ice in a tall glass was soon by her side, as she leant with her arm hanging over the side. As she sat there listening to the quietness she heard the faint sound of bubbles. She frowned: bubbles from someone’s air tank? She’d recognize that noise anywhere. Leaning over she saw the reflection of the torch, her audible gasp enough to wake the ghosts. A shiver of dread ran through her veins. Who was down there? And what were they doing? Leaning over, she realized that the diver, whoever he or she was, was surfacing near the steps.

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.

“I don’t care who lives there as long as she has a decent bed and have working spare parts. This sulphur tank still eats me Nostrils away.” I breathed deeply, chipped the muscles and laid the palms on the central Resonance crystal. The emerald green light pulsated dull, damped by the heavy steel armoring. “Travel gondolas on descent position”, I ordered. “Sure the hatches. We dive ‘ I ripped the copper levers back. The steel coils tipped over the enormous Rocky bay of the continent and sacked down into the salt bed in a steep sinking flight.

“Come. I saved the best for last—The Mirror of Ecstasies. It shows you the one thing you crave more than anything else... then makes you live it.” The door opened with a low groan that sounded more like a moan. The chamber beyond was dim, illuminated only by a floating mirror suspended in mid-air—seven feet tall and framed in living vines that pulsed with veins of red and violet light. It was warm, humid. The air smelled of jasmine and sweat. Emma stepped in, hesitant. The mirror shimmered, the surface not glass but liquid shadow, swirling with whispers. “The Mirror of Ecstasies,” Terra purred beside her, her voice like honey poured over steel. “This isn’t some toy, Emma. It doesn't lie. It

She glanced upward to the surface and her heart rate rises. "I've never been this deep before. " She thought to herself. But she knows that there is no going back now. The only way for her is to move forward and dive deeper. Finally, they reached the place. Among the dim silhouettes of one of the rocky walls that stood tall and straight, there was a fissure that looks like a cave. They swam closer to it, and there they saw something that resembles a huge mirror barring its entrance. Veronica dove straight to the mirror without any hesitation. When the group thought that Veronica will collide in the mirror, her body passes right through it. The group knew that they don't have a choice but to

Elena expanded the signal. The screen flickered. And then The ocean. Dark. Pressurized. Endless. A submersible feed. Three thousand feet below the surface, anchored near the Atuabo injectors. And there A structure. Small. Black. Precise. Elena’s breath caught up. “It’s a relay,” she said. Killian’s voice dropped to almost nothing. “A mirror.” The resemblance was unmistakable. Not identical—but parallel. A system designed not to replace theirs. But to exist alongside it.

A sleek surgical chair stood in the center. "You've been busy," Darius muttered. Mirabel looked at him without blinking. "And you're as pretty as the rumors say. Try not to bleed on anything." Elodie snorted. "I like her already." Mirabel gestured toward the bag Elodie carried. "Show me what you brought." They placed the drives on the counter. Mirabel's eyes widened slightly as she scanned the labels. "Echo Alpha," she whispered. "So it's true. Elijah completed the mirror phase."

Ivy whispered. They reached a set of double doors clad in tarnished silver. Ivy pushed them open. The hinges didn't scream; they let out a long, metallic sigh. The room beyond was a dressing chamber frozen in mid-breath. Dust motes danced in the candlelight like tiny, falling stars. But it was the mirrors that dominated the space—vast, towering sheets of mercury glass that lined every wall. Mercury glass, unlike modern mirrors, had a dark, liquid depth to it, a shimmering instability that made every reflection look like it was underwater.

I carried my backpack to the speedboat and we set off, the waves of the ocean making us swirl up and down, almost making me sea sick, but the determination to get what I wanted was stronger, and so I never lost focus. " You'll be able to find what you're looking for at this spot", the speedboat driver said as he came to a halt on the wavy waters. The tide slowly rising as the crescent moon in the sky reflected brightly on the surface of the waters. I started getting ready to dive, dressing up completely with the necessities, connecting my oxygen tank and putting on my water helmet which had a water resistant torch light on it. I prepped myself up, using the warm up routine of exhaling for a

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.