Dream Broken Mirror Novels & Stories

she added as she smash the crack mirror into fragment! The reflection have long been weak and can only stare blankly at the woman. The broken pieces of the mirror is thrown into the window and is disapear to the darkest fog that is somehow flickering dimly. “Gone, my dear, and be greatful your body conceive with my help!” Her laughter vibrated out to the deepest of the darkness, and the bloody eyes slowly open their eyes.

Elena finally said when they arrived at the club's parking lot. "Hey, hey, what are you planning to do now?" Elena asked when she saw Luna removing her heels. "What else? I have to teach that damn bitch a lesson," Luna replied, her face flushed with suppressed anger. She then walked quickly towards her white car, which was parked not far away. Luna got into the front seat and proceeded to destroy the side mirror, scratch the car's body, and even shatter the glass. Elena was left frozen by her friend's barbaric behavior, having no energy left to stop her.

The mirror broke, and pieces of glass flew everywhere, like a bunch of sparkly tears falling. When the pieces stopped moving, Thalia stood there, in the mess she made. She felt mad and really desperate. The room, once a comfy place, now showed signs of her feeling all mixed up inside. Her inner wolf, now quiet with the broken mirror, kinda just watched. Thalia, though, had to deal with what she did. The broken mirror showed bits of her own messed-up feelings. The room, once a safe spot, now told the story of Thalia's heart being a wild storm, with bits of glass all over the floor.

Even the teachers seemed uneasy. She turned onto her side, glancing at her nightstand. The silver sand was gone. But just as she started to relax, a faint whisper echoed through her room. “Anna…” She shot up, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” Silence. Her eyes darted to the mirror across the room. A shadow moved. And then— The glass cracked. --- The Shattered Reflection Anna’s breath hitched in her throat as the mirror’s surface cracked, splitting into jagged lines that seemed to pulse with a strange, ominous energy. She couldn’t move, her body frozen in place as if the room itself was holding her captive.

A tear rolled down my face and my head started spinning and my vision went blurry. "Babe you look sick you need to go to the hospital!" He said grabbing my arm attempting to help me regain my balance. But I jerked it back. "Don't fucking touch me I can take care of myself and by the way I'm not your fucking babe anymore!" After I said that everything went black. ~Ella's P.O.V~ I woke up in a unfamiliar room and in a bed next to Nate. I covered my body up with the sheets as I tapped Nate on the shoulder.

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.

Liam said firmly, dialing the number. But before he could press call, the lights flickered again once, twice, then held steady. Lola’s gaze snapped toward the fallen mirror. The shards no longer reflected sunlight. Instead, they shimmered faintly, like water catching light beneath the surface. “Liam…” she whispered. “It’s happening again.” He dropped the phone and rushed to her side, grabbing her hand. “Stay with me. Don’t look.” But she couldn’t help it. Her eyes locked on the largest shard, and in that fractured glass she saw movement.

The mirror shows me her face and the curse around her simultaneously, and I understand, for the first time in a complete and specific way, what my mother has been trying to tell me. It has her. Not fully. Not yet. But the reach is there and it is patient and it is growing. I put my hand on the mirror frame. The glass cracks. Not from my touch. The crack travels from the lower left corner to the upper right in a single continuous fracture, the specific clean line of a break that happens from the inside rather than from external pressure. The image of Vivian disappears. In the cracked mirror, my reflection looks back at me. Its mouth moves.

Breath. I gasped, sucking in air like I’d been drowning. The mirror shattered around me, shards slicing my skin, but I didn’t care. Because I was back. I was Lena. And Cassian’s perfect little doll was gone. 4 CASSIAN Something was wrong. I felt it the moment the mirror cracked. A sliver of cold, sharp as a blade, slicing through my control. She wasn’t supposed to fight back. She wasn’t supposed to win. My fingers curled into fists as I watched her tremble, hands pressed against the broken glass.

Her heart is screaming with the pain that shed her tears from the pain of losing, HIM. “TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK!” as the clock continues its taunting sound. Somehow humming the dread, yet the warning that she needed to know, pay attention to, and somehow solve. From the present time that turns into an un-wanting danger that forms inside a broken mirror that writes the word. “Goodbye?” She asks looking at the shard piece of mirror that forms in front of her. Then and with the same voice that wakes her up in this dream void, it asks her.