Doubletake Adventure Mirror Novels & Stories

“That’s how these things go.” Mirror horror. Reflection horror. Doppelgängers. I’d written about them enough times. In my version, the safe path was always the one that respected the rules of the image—don’t break all of them. Don’t stare too long. Don’t engage with the wrong reflection. Here, the game would want us to lose ourselves. “Left or right?” Jax asked, glancing between the two rows of mirrors. My eyes flicked over them, heart pounding. On the **left**, the glass was slightly duller. The reflections lagged by a fraction of a second, like a video feed with bad latency. On the **right**, the reflections stayed perfectly in sync—but behind us. The shadows in those panes were closer.

Yes, the twins have a highly toned body with muscles visible even with their clothing but because the enemies are great in numbers, the chances of winning are almost zero. "We don't want violence," Enric says, calm and composed. "So, just please let us go." "And what makes you think we'll let you?" Sam says looking down at Enric. "Then are you fine with a little spilling of blood?" Emmanuel smirks and rolls up his sleeve, ready to fight. I was starting to get nervous when the two loan sharks started to grip on their knives. The quarterbacks were cracking their necks and knuckles too. Ready to throw punches at any second.

Thomas lowered his head. "The Author was never our enemy." "We were." The image flickered violently. A shadow suddenly appeared behind Thomas. Tall. Featureless. Watching him silently. Thomas never noticed it. The shadow slowly raised one hand. The recording ended. The mirror shattered into silver dust. Adrian stepped backward, breathing hard. "What was that thing?" The stranger did not answer immediately. Instead, he uncovered a second mirror. This time— The reflection belonged to Evelyn. She stood alone in a ruined city beneath a crimson sky.

Time to get creative. To temporarily blind the first camera, I needed to use the reflection trick Ethan had told me about. It sounded simple enough: use the morning sunlight, angle the mirror just right, and bounce the light directly into the lens. If I did it perfectly, the footage would look like a random glare nothing suspicious. But I couldn’t afford to fumble. If I adjusted the mirror too many times, it would look deliberate. I positioned myself near the window, pretending to check my reflection as I applied the lipstick. “Focus,” I muttered under my breath, tilting the mirror slightly. The sunlight hit the glass, bounced sharply, and… there. A perfect beam flashed straight into the cam

The cave was dark, and the sound of trickling water echoed from within. "We're going in," Siron said. They turned on their flashlights and entered one by one. The cave was narrow at first, then widened into a large chamber with a ceiling of stalactites. In the center of the room stood a large mirror with an old silver frame, perched atop a stone pedestal. The mirror didn't reflect them, but showed shifting images, beautiful landscapes, faces of loved ones, treasures. "The Mirror of Desires," Stefan whispered. Siron drew near. In the mirror, he saw a vision of another self, becoming a respected leader, with Morat and Lyra in full physical form beside him, and Kit...

“For the pièce de résistance—” He pulled. Gasps. A small child wobbled. The Devil’s Mirror gleamed clean as a promise. No cracks. No blood. No faces in the glass. Yet. “Say haunted,” Scott said, phone up. Flash. The family posed—odd, alive, proud—captured in gold leaf and good lighting, none of them noticing the tiniest vibration in the chandelier, or how the room’s temperature dipped a degree when the cloth fell. For now, the house was theirs. The mirror waited for its cue.

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

“Bad? I don’t know. I have family here, but then again, I can go months, even years, not seeing them. But there’s Evan.” “You’ll be able to talk to him when you want to. That’s never been a problem. We have a second mirror on the other side of the portal for you.” “So, you’re saying that this mirror is Evan’s too? Not mine?” “Yours is larger, and it’s in my bedroom right now.” “What is it doing in your bedroom?” “That was Ester’s bedroom originally, and they secured the mirror against the wall. I sort of took over the room one night, and she never took it back.”

Is the multiverse getting tired of my interventions? I kept asking myself for hours, days, weeks; but the truth was that I didn’t care even a little about the answer. I just wanted to see her. A low flicker arose from the mirror I built with the crystal, it was a mere copy, a copy of the mirror I once saw in a dragon’s room; it was a poorly made and obviously depressing copy, but it was enough for me.

Even though I can't see her but I know she was not watching the show and her gaze is fixed on me only. "Dude are you possessed?" Hredhaan asked making me shocked. "What? Possessed?" "Yeah, you keep glancing on that black mirror and are smiling like a fool. Which sane person will do that?" Of course, they will think like that after all the mirror is see-through from only one side. "It's a see-through mirror from one side. I need to assure her that I am fine." I cleared his confusion looking at the black glass beside me. "Chubby Cheeks?" Arjun enquired.