Dive Mirror Novels & Stories

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 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.

At least he was not a monster, we thought. Well, I am grateful for that. Even if I can't get back what I used to live in, I am safe. My eyes dimmed, and I stared at my reflection in the body-size mirror at the end of the closet. The brown square flared dress to fit into me, curving my waistline. I put the wig on my hair. The fake tattoo of the head and half of the raven can be seen on my left chest. Tracing it with my fingernail, it was dried.

This archway provided ample space for the mermen to wield their hammers with precision and artistry, allowing them to create their masterpieces with ease. From Tritan's vantage point near the counter at the front of the shop, looking through the window, he could also see thick metal mirrors affixed to the inside of the wall. These mirrors served a purpose beyond mere decoration; they played a crucial role in the process. Tritan noticed that the mirrors were strategically placed to reflect and amplify the intense heat generated by the superheated vent fluid within. The water inside the crucible, held in place by a stone cross-section, violently boiled, channeled to its extreme by the precisel

Hitching and gasping, she stuck her inhaler into her mouth and triggered another blast. Deyquan turned and gestured at the screen. “What . . . what the fuck?” A slow, mesmerized head-shake. “I . . . don’t know. We don’t have cameras in the bathrooms.” He pointed at the screen. “Bullshit! An . . . fuck! What the hell was that shit with the mirror..?” He closed his eyes. Rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. “No, no. Bullshit. Gotta have cameras in the bathroom. Just didn’t know it is all and you clicked on it by accident. And what the fuck was up with that mirror?”

Clearly printed on the document were the words "Divorce Agreement" "Jenna, don't you love me anymore?" he asked in a trembling voice.

I pressed my foot lightly on the flat of the blade and whispered, “Take me up.” The sword rose, carrying me higher through the thick air, smooth and steady beneath my boots. The black rocks gleamed as I passed them. I noticed the miasma had started whispering around me again, but I didn't panic. I stared ahead at the mirror with fu When I reached the mirror, I grabbed it with all my strength and swerved back to the surface. I stepped off Darkill and crouched beside it. Up close, the mirror was even more haunting. The glass was fractured in dozens of places, each shard reflecting a different flicker of light, like pieces of stolen stars.

Xavier (smirking): "Then let's call it justice." He drops the flameglass into the fire. The scry-globe explodes in sparks. The Mirror Cracks Deep in the High Temple vault, Vegas and Arion stand before a mirror of polished obsidian. Reflected within is not their image, but Xavier, flame surging behind him. Vegas (alarmed): "He found it." Arion (grinning): "Then it's time to move the final piece." He places a hand on the mirror. Xavier's image moves—turns toward them—as if he sees.