Doubletake Adventure Mirror Novels & Stories

The room didn't just turn amber; it turned "Cold." From the Mirror, a figure began to emerge—not an Architect, but a "Reflection." It was a man who looked exactly like Silas Thorne, but his eyes were two solid pools of liquid silver. "The Mirror is not a looking glass," the reflection said. "It is a 'Peer Review'."

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.

Drystan smiled and grabbed my hands. " What are you doing? Let go off me..." I struggled in vain. He pushed me down, I almost died when he scooped me in his arms in the remaining time. This bastard is playing with my life. I should have worshipped gods of nature and moon... He brought me to one big rotating mirror . It was weird because our reflections were not appearing on it. " It's the time mirror in which I've recorded your nine lives..." " Nine lives?" I exclaimed, raising my brows.

As I see the warlock’s eyes shift, I can see he tosses his arms in the air, not thinking of the consequences of killing me. I throw my hands up in the air, using my secret weapon to counter the attack. I needed to create a mirror image of what the warlock would toss out so it would bounce back to him and destroy him instantly. As I toss the mirror in the air, shards of glass rain down on both of us as his rage bounces off the mirror and directly targets him.

It wasn't glass luckily, and I immediately went on my knees to pick it up. My brows furrowed, however, when I noticed the reflection of my fingers as I picked up the diffuser. I froze for a minute, my lips parting as I observed the glass on the floor. It looked normal, and it was what bothered me even more. Slowly, I put my right index finger to the floor. There wasn't a gap between my reflection and my finger. Two-way mirror. It was a two-way mirror. I felt my heart skip a beat, my chest heaving as I observed the glass even more. It was no doubt a two-way mirror. Why would Florian have a two-way mirror on the floor when it was supposed to serve as a window so another person could observe th

Just… the offering. Savannah looked around sharply. “Hello?” she called. A pause. Then nothing. Finally, she caught sight of a mirror—large, ornate, and perfectly placed opposite the bed. She stared into it long and hard before stepping to the side. The light didn’t change. Her reflection seemed… off. Too slow. Too clean. She stepped closer. Tapped the glass. It rang dull. A two-way mirror. Someone was watching. ***

“Search for 5 kilometers round. Now.” A small magic circle glowed golden on top of the mirror. The surface then wrinkled and turned a milky color. When the color settled, the mirror showed an image of a big nose. “Someone is in possession of it.” said Dorin. “Can you blow it up?” asked Seb, his voice dead serious. “What if someone just innocently picked it up?” Dorin asked surprised at his friend’s request. “It might be a kid, or a janitor, or something...”

“I, uh… tripped.” The guy stares at him. Then snorts. “Sure you did.” Taydyn winces internally. But instead of getting mad, the guy just waves a hand. “Honestly? That mirror had it coming. I’ve been beefing with that thing for months.” …What? The guy suddenly brightens and points dramatically across the room. “But this one?” he says, gesturing to a massive, well-lit mirror. “This is my emotional support mirror.” He strikes a full flexing pose.

The mirror was only the size of an adult's palm. When the bearded man held it in his hand, it looked even smaller. As Adrian studied the mirror, he was surprised. What was reflected in the mirror was not the bearded man's face, but a picturesque scene of mountains and rivers. And the surprising thing was that the picture was moving. It was like the cameras Adrian had seen on Earth, transmitting distant scenes to screens around the world. The image showed a picturesque landscape. Birds occasionally flew across the scene, and the camera seemed to be floating in the air. However, the more detailed things couldn't be seen.

Some even appeared in front of them. Without any other choice, Alex had to take matters into his own hands. ‘The Great Mirror Spell!’ Since it was now on the fourth level, it was able to make fifty or so mirror images in one go. With this, Alex made all of them escape in different directions. More importantly, he could switch places within the mirror images as he pleased, which provided quite a lot of convenience. He could just switch places with the mirror image that escaped the furthest after all.