Doubletake Adventure Mirror Novels & Stories

“They have nothing on me.” “Sure, they don't. But, Rena, how exactly do you plan to handle this?” Ada asked, worry bleeding through tone. Mirena tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “The easiest way,” she replied. She merged into traffic smoothly, eyes focused ahead. “Do you know the disadvantage of a house of mirrors?” She asked and basked in the silence that followed afterwards. A smile curved her lips.. “It shatters the moment you throw a rock at it,” she continued. “Every reflection fractures. Every illusion collapses. The beauty people admired becomes something twisted and unrecognizable.”

She pulled out her weapon and attacked with vengeance. “Break the damn glass,” Allen screamed as his reflection charged at him. Theo stumbled and hurled his blade at the closet mirror, shattering the illusion. Raven and her double were locked in a heated battle. Steel clanked against steel and sparks scattered around them as they became blurs of afterimages. Raven drove her double to a mirror and smashed the glass. Making both the glass and the double vanish. Allen and his copy were tangled in battle until Theo jabbed the second from behind. The chamber pulsed and collapsed. As the chamber collapsed, so did the mist surrounding them. They could now clearly see their comrades.

But here—in this dead land—it pulsed like a heartbeat trying to keep her tethered to something real. “I can feel it,” she whispered. “It’s close.” They pressed on. Eventually, the trees opened into a clearing—silent and circular, ringed with stones carved with runes so old even Long didn’t recognize them. At the center stood a mirror. Not in a frame. Not hanging. It rose from the earth like a blade. At least twelve feet tall, silver and black, the surface shimmered like moonlight on deep water. But when Emma stepped forward, it did not reflect her.

She moved toward it, slipping between delegates until she stood before an unguarded mirror-gate. The surface was still, showing only her own face. Then her reflection smiled without her. Her pulse hammered. She reached for her blade, but the image dissolved, leaving only her own grim expression staring back. She didn’t tell Elira—not yet. If her mirror-self was here, it was already playing by rules she didn’t understand. By nightfall, the final terms of the Mirror Accord were inked in both worlds’ blood. The delegates pressed their seals to the scroll, one by one, until it was bound in magic strong enough to hum through the floor.

Lira nodded, wiping her face and standing up again. Just as I was about to speak, I felt it. A chill ran through me. A heaviness pressed against my chest. I turned slightly. The mirror in the far corner of the hall—the magical one that showed everything happening in distant places—began to shake. "Secure the mirror," I commanded. Two guards rushed to it, but before they could touch it, the mirror went black. "Why is it blank?" Elder Tovan asked, frowning. "I don’t know," I replied. I took a step toward it. Then, without warning—

The security system had been upgraded again, now monitored from both inside and off-site. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong. Later that night, I was in the master bedroom, trying to force myself to sleep, when I noticed something odd about the wall mirror. It was a full-length piece mounted above the dresser. Nothing unusual… except that the angle seemed off. I stepped closer. No reflection. My stomach dropped. It wasn’t a mirror at all. It was a screen. A black screen pretending to be a mirror. I turned and rushed to Adrian’s room, heart pounding in my chest.

beginning to emerge from his own skin, those hollow black eyes bleeding into his silver ones. "Please!" I shrieked, my fingernails tearing as I yanked the tarp. With a thunderous rip, the canvas fell away. The Great Mirror was revealed. Its surface wasn't glass; it was a pool of liquid silver, swirling with a light that didn't come from the sun. I didn't look at my own reflection. I looked at the reflection of the battle behind me. In the mirror, Julian wasn't fighting a corpse. He was fighting himself.

Maya rushed toward the cage, but a wall of red light slammed her to the ground. “Don’t touch it, Maya!” Aris shouted, looking up at her. “It’s a logic trap. Touch the bars without solving the math problem, your soul’s gone.” “I don’t care about math!” Maya hollered, pushing herself up. Her hands were bleeding, mixing red ink with sweat. “You have to care,” a voice said from the shadows. Mirror-Maya stepped into the light. She looked just like Maya, except for those scary red eyes. Wearing a silver suit, holding a laser knife in one hand and a golden pen in the other.

~ Lucien ~ I never let my guard down. Never. But unfortunately, I did not expect Ira to pull off a stunt like earlier. It was unfortunate I didn’t see the mirror behind them. Guess I was too attentive to Nicolette’s wellbeing. But hell, Ira actually had a twin mirror, like the one safely secured in my second penthouse suite. It damn had the same swirling Zaxonian silver in it, had the same magical properties I recognized as from an Arryahn’s. It even had the same carved frame, which should have sent warning signals in my brain.

I said at the door. As I stepped out of the hostel front gate, fresh cool breeze blew on my face as I walked down to the auditorium silently with my air pod in my ears listening to my favourite music end game by Taylor swift. Then some one tapped me lightly on my shoulders and I turned.. "You startled me, what do u want". "I'm Daniel sorry, I don't mean any harm" he said giving me one handsome smile that sent butterflies down my belly.... "Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering.