Divinity 2 Magic Mirror Novels & Stories

Too hungry. Killian’s knees still pressed to the cold stone, but the talisman’s burn had faded to nothing. The invisible walls around his magic were gone. His shadows surged at once — a living tide inside him, ready to pour out and choke every light in the room. But that same power… bent toward the First’s pull. Like it recognized the voice. From above, the thudding of boots drew closer — the guild forcing their way down. Harlow’s voice carried, raw and sharp:

With a sigh, Lilias sank into a chair at the table, reaching into her bag for her mirror. After blowing on its reflective surface several times, imbuing the glass with her intent, she began to murmur ancient mantras. Her voice was a low, rhythmic chant, each word precisely articulated, echoing the forgotten language of generations of magic-users. She moved her hands in subtle, precise gestures over the mirror, tracing invisible patterns in the air, connecting to unseen currents. Her eyes closed, her body entering a profound trance, a deep well of concentration pooling within her. The air around grew heavy, charged with a subtle, electric energy. Slowly, she opened her eyes once more, their u

The room felt charged with a kind of electricity, and Miranda could feel the power of her words building within her. The words themselves were a mixture of incantations, prayers, and affirmations. They spoke of ancient gods and goddesses, of magic and wonder, and of the power that lay within all things. They were a reminder that the world was full of mystery and wonder, and that anything was possible if one knew the right words to say. As she chanted, Miranda's eyes remained fixed on the mirror before her. She could see her reflection staring back at her, and for a moment she wondered if the mirror itself could hear her words. She continued to chant, her voice growing stronger and more confi

Thalia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "The blood of a Primordial Dragon is in that mirror?" "Yes. In fact, creating a second form through the refraction of the dragon soul is just one of the mirror's capabilities. It's primarily employed for deception. Although the chances of it falling into someone else's hands were slim, it managed to serve its purpose in the end,” Lyra answered calmly.

“The guardian of this place. You must have no idea what the Cursed Mirror of the ancient Supreme Pack is. It is a relic that will suck any living creature with a soul once you come too close to it. That was what happened to you.” “So this isn’t a dream? Why did I see my dad earlier?” “What do you expect? This relic is named Cursed Mirror for possessing dark magic. Once you are sucked inside, you will be attacked by illusions until you are consumed by darkness and become a dark soul caged in here.”

Mirabella said softly, determination creeping into her tone, “if the prophecy is true. If my granddaughter will be the one to fulfill it.” The figure raised a delicate hand, gesturing slowly as if weaving through unseen strands of fate. Mirabella stepped forward, her heart pounding, and together they pressed their palms to the surface of the mirror that bridged their realities—this very mirror, now pulsating with dormant runes, holding secrets that could shatter worlds. As their hands connected, a jolt of energy flared between them, electric and alive. The mirror ignited with brilliance. And from its depths emerged a vision: a girl—dark curls falling wildly around her face—stood in a grove e

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

I do not care about anything anymore. I can feel Devona staring at me. I look up. Her eyes look so tender. So caring. “I don’t know what that….thing…showed you that has made your heart break like glass,” she unties her cravat. “But I would advise you to take a moment to think about what your heart believes to be true. Even magic mirrors can show untruths.” “That’s just a phone, there is no magic in it.”

she said when she regained her composure, smiling brightly at him. From his boss, Morgan indifferently brushed his eyes at the woman who was staring at him in a friendly manner with a radiant smile on her face that he could almost see a halo of light floating above her head that might cause flowers to suddenly grow and bloom to nourish the monotonous floor. "The pleasure is all mine, ma'am," he replied, slightly bowing his head.

His body was the largest with pure white fur and his gray eyes which now shone white like lights. "How did you get in?" cried Altair. “Thanks to your stupid men. Or should I say, your stupid and greedy self? The magic mirror opens a portal for us to enter here,” Drake replied calmly with a mocking smile. Altair glanced at his men who took the magic mirror last night with angry faces. Drake chuckled lightly at him. “Let him go, Altair! You have lost years ago. Don't you realize it?" asked Drake again. Alarick next to him growled through his sharp teeth.