Doubletake Adventure Mirror Novels & Stories

"Fine, I'll tell you. Yaran, the lightbearer who first conjured the twin moons hid the mirror of mirrors in the Night Court. It is hidden in the lake. But, I want you to reconsider your decision. Using the mirror of mirrors is dangerous" "We just can't let the enemy win" Theo said with a pensive look on his handsome face. "Isn't there a way we can use the mirror of mirrors without endangering our souls?" I asked. "Yes, there is. But the solution is almost impossible" Ivagon said. "What is it?" Ivagon started to fade away."The person who uses the mirror of mirrors must have an anchor to his or her soul. If the anchor is not strong enough, the two souls will be trapped in the mirror of mirrors

she said to it as she pulled the double-sided mirror out. As she stood, her reflection in the above vanity mirror smirked at her. On the rear wall, a leaf creature scurried over the tiles and slid down the shower curtain, causing Aislen to jerk around, her reflection turning in the opposite way so that when she turned back, her reflection turned to face her from the wrong direction.

The vehicle she saw there was a Porsche and when Travis got closer to the vehicle, someone came out of the driver's seat and opened the door for Travis to get in. "Wow, wake me from my dream please Natasha," She said under her breath. "Open the door for her" Travis commanded in an iced tone. The man opened the door and she got into it but a greater fear enveloped her to see the bulky man who came up earlier in the passenger seat she was to stay at. "What if there were organ harvesters?" She asked herself. "Oh God, help me, please… I just wanna survive" She did the rosary sign and saw Travis looking at her through the mirror in the car and she averted her eyes immediately.

Peter asked, adjusting the rear mirror. “Home? The mansion, whatever it’s called”.

Norm shook his head while exclaiming. Chase ignored them. He released a duplicate to jump into the deep hole. The duplicate entered the alternate dimension. "Shh… Be quiet. You'll find out later if we're telling the truth." Willow put her finger to her lips. Norm and Theo knew that they could not fight against Chase and his group. Even though they were a little unhappy and harbored resentment, all they could do was stay quiet for now. Chase's duplicate used the Water Mirror Technique. It was at the same time that Chase released a water mirror to see what the duplicate was seeing.

My floor-to-ceiling mirror—one I’ve always adored—is covered in photos of me. Photos of me walking on the street in a variety of outfits. Meeting with vendors and authors. Out to eat with Emily and Grayson. Even stepping out of the dress shop with Dante. Whoever took them had a long-range lens. These weren’t selfies or candids. They were surveillance. Worse still is the bright red message scrawled across the mirror: Soon. That’s all it says. Soon. I don’t know what sound comes out of me, but Dante—who’d been halfway across the room—goes still. Then he runs.

A broken typewriter sat on the desk beside a cracked mirror. Lucas grabbed a flashlight. “We’ll stay here till morning. She can’t reach us without power lines or signals.” Natasha didn’t reply. She was staring at the mirror, her own reflection staring back, trembling, drenched, terrified. But then… her reflection blinked twice. Out of sync. Natasha froze. “Lucas…” He turned, shining the light toward her. “What is it?” The reflection smiled, a cruel, knowing smile, before the mirror shattered into a web of cracks.

"Why?" "I'm going to summon Darcy, she could help," Ann brought out her pretty seashell mirror and threw it to me. I caught it and opened the shell. The mirror was made out of still water, not frozen, still liquid but not moving either. It means I didn't need to get it wet. Darcy appeared with a big grin. "Hello, me, again," she said playfully. "How may I help you?" "Look at this," I turned the mirror to the barrier. "How do I get across?" I turned the mirror back to me.

Chapter 10 The shower he had was refreshing and he felt reborn, Adler left the glass shower with a satisfied smile on his face and a towel tightly hanging on his waist, accompanied with steam and heat from the glass enclosures. He was about to grab his other towel to dry his wet, dark hair speedily dripping endless tiny droplets but then realized that he had given it to his fiancée earlier because she was cold, and he had nothing else to think of giving her.

Then, I pressed both palms against the glass and whispered the activation words: “Aikan’zarr elst vele’.” The mirror flickered once… then rippled like liquid mercury before stabilizing. A scene came into view, a real-time image of one of the brothel rooms. Baevera Eldareth and her first client. They had already begun. Or, rather, he had. Baevera lay beneath him like a corpse. Heavy-lidded, desire-filled eyes watching him as he worked himself into a frenzy. The Moonmirror had no sound, but it did not need any. The image was clear enough.