Doubletake Adventure Mirror Novels & Stories

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

Like a solid jelly that could wiggle. "Why?" I glanced at Aryo's expression who seemed to be observing. Sharpening his gaze when he was next to Milly's face leaning on my shoulder, and pecking Aryo's moist lips. "Are you jealous, darling?" I was so content to watch him gape, allowing his tongue to be twisted, sucked, and Aryo to close his eyes in pleasure. Aryo's hands also teased the twin mountains of the goddess in our midst. "Levi...," Milly hissed as I rubbed mine behind her. "Levi! What are you doing?"

If it were working the way that it was supposed to work, it would have followed him into the room. "False alarm," I laugh nervously. Ten seconds. The mini-drone sets its focus on the mirror. In three jagged motions, it zooms in until the mirror takes up most of the screen. Five seconds. That's when I noticed something was off about the mirror itself. Something stranger than usual. "It's probably just some intimidation tactic," I muse aloud as I scroll the video footage back one minute. Zooming in manually, I screen capture and print every frame from one minute until the end, Magnus and his reflection taking up most of the screen.

As I was thinking about it I fell asleep. The first thing I remembered after I was awake was the Astral Mirror. I took it and closely studied it critically. I realized the astral mirror has two sizes. The front and back view is just like an ordinary mirror. The difference is that the astral mirror vibrates to give a signal. But an ordinary mirror is the one the ladies use for their makeup. I saw blood dried on my both feet. I rushed to the washroom. After preparation, I took the astral mirror and said I was going to work. Suddenly the mirror began to vibrate; I opened my hand to access the mirror. The word okay was blinking. Just as I opened my hands it stopped vibrating. I nodded and put it

Those who were cursing me moments ago were now holding their breath. Every single eye turned to Tania, who was shaking like a leaf. "No... it's not like that..." Tania shook her head frantically, her voice shrill. "It's a lie! It's a trap Evelyn set up!" But no one bought it. The Blood Mirror was an artifact of the First Vampires. It never lied. Valerius rose to his feet. Hellfire blazed in his eyes. The crushing aura of a Lord suffocated the room.

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

Gone. I stood there, rooted in place, drenched and trembling, unable to breathe. I had seen a mirror, a living, breathing mirror, not just someone who looked like me. This was me, and she had seen me first. I couldn’t move. I felt frozen. The rain kept pouring, running into my eyes and trickling down my neck, but I remained still, staring at the boutique’s glowing door long after it had closed behind her. My breath came in shallow gasps, each one trembling as if the air itself had turned heavy. It wasn’t just shock. It felt deeper. Something primal. When her gaze locked with mine, a connection formed between us. I sensed that this was more than just a coincidence.

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...

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

“Guys… tell me you’re seeing this.” No one answered. They were all frozen. The reflections began to move, independent of their hosts. Twitching, jerking, grinning wider. Bruce’s reflection tilted its head slowly, like a curious predator. Betty’s double raised a hand and dragged its fingernails across the mirror’s inner surface, leaving claw marks where there should be none. David’s mirror self whispered something—lips moving too fast, eyes boring into him. Though no sound came through, he could feel the words scraping against his skull.