Dream Broken Mirror Novels & Stories

As for me, I was so weak I could barely see. My blood was running dry, my vision blurring, but I stared at Cassian’s breakdown with the cold detachment of a ghost. This was what I wanted. I wanted them to see the truth. I wanted them to pay for what they did. Just then, the Blood Mirror shook violently. Its red light grew blinding. Everyone thought the memories were over, but the mirror began pulling out a memory that shouldn't exist.

The law of spirits is not to interfere in human affairs without the permission of the master. “Please… Jamaica…” “Jamaica, help her.” My consciousness screams incessantly, here separating me from the outside world is a large, tall, sturdy mirror. I kept screaming and banging on that mirror. In response to a sound echoing from my impact, I stood up and kicked incessantly with my foot, until my shoes ripped open to reveal my toes. I used my hand again, this time I could no longer hear my cry or screams. The mirror is my eyes. I don't want to, I can't leave Irina alone, through the glass I see Irina has been injured by the other guy, I don't know how much time has passed, but the first ray of t

“I want to know Sera’s fate.” The mirror twirled around fiercely, letting an ethereal light that glowed in the cave, Kael’s grandma leaned in closer to take a look at the mirror but the light dimmed immediately and shattered to the ground. The force sent her crashing to the ground and she landed in pure shock, for the ancient mirror to break into a million pieces means one thing. DOOM.

he threatened to hit me. “Please’ I begged for my life. “I am not playing any games and I didn’t cheat on you. Please” I sobbed out my eyes. His mistress laughed, “cheat? Do you even think any man would find you attractive enough to lie with you? Even the bumps wouldn’t. Sugar, I don’t know why you still fuck her, I am here for you” she held her breasts seductively. Gerald ignored her and fixed all his attention to me. “Mira, you are dumb. Too dumb for somebody with a degree. Why the hell should I believe this thing in you is mine? The pills Mira! They are for what?” he yelled.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

The sound was indescribable. When the blade struck the reflection—my reflection—there was no crash of glass, no thunderclap. Instead, it was a note, low and aching, like the end of a song that had gone on too long. The mirror didn’t just break; it folded. Inward. Like a memory being erased. I stumbled back, chest heaving, the blade still warm in my grip. For a moment, I thought the world might come undone around me. The fog screamed, then vanished all at once, sucked into the broken mirror as if it had never belonged here.

In another, he was by himself in the dark. With a roar, he struck the closest mirror with his fist. Even if it broke and the pieces fell like rain, the pictures continued. There were more mirrors, each reflecting a different image of himself. He yelled, "Stop!" and smashed another mirror. And yet another. He felt a flash of pain with each break, but he persisted. His rage drove him to continue. "Aiden!" he yelled once again, his voice breaking. The sound of the final mirror breaking was deafening. Panting, Damon staggered back. A spinning vortex of shadows replaced the glass fragments as they melted into the ground.

I raised my hand and placed it flat against the glass. The mirror broke. Not dramatically… a single fracture running from the point of contact outward in three directions, clean and immediate, the kind of break that happens when the pressure behind a touch is not as controlled as it appeared. The glass held in the frame, just fractured, the reflection multiplying itself along the crack lines into several versions of the same face looking back from slightly different angles. I stood and looked at the broken mirror. From the bedroom, the sound of Franklin moving. “Rydan?” His voice had the quality of someone pulled back from the edge of sleep. “What was that?”

I could feel it—its walls vibrating softly, its breath rising in the dust motes around me. And then—I stood. I knew where I needed to go. The mirror room. *** It was just as I remembered. Shattered glass still scattered the floor like frozen stars. The large mirror was gone—exploded in a curse-breaking storm. But along the far wall… stood a smaller one. Unbroken. Framed in tarnished silver. Covered with a thin sheet of white silk. My hands shook as I stepped forward. I hadn’t looked into a mirror since that night.