Novel & Cerita Dream Broken Mirror

Suddenly, doubts flooded my mind, and I looked at Zane doubtfully. “It is not rocket science, Kayla. You just have to break that mirror. What is there to think this much about?” “Are you sure it is enough?” “Well, if you don’t think it is enough, just mutter something like ‘Abracadabra’ or ‘Open Sesame’.” I rolled my eyes at him before mustering my courage. It is just a mirror, Kayla. Just break it already. Then I threw the mirror on the ground with such force that it broke into at least a hundred pieces and I held my breath as I stared at it, holding my breath.

The bedroom had an ensuite bathroom, which Dmitry immediately walked into while I stopped to look into the full-length mirror that adorned the wall near the closet. I was a mess. My hair was not matted down from the sugary liquid and my dress was now stained beyond fixing. There was no way I could get the red out of this fabric. I heard the water running and Dmitry popped back into the bedroom. His eyes landed on me and then on the mirror. “What are you doing?” He asked. I shook my head. “Nothing.”

The road was spinning; Denise staggered along throwing her hands in the air like a lunatic. Her heart was shattered. Her little dream was a mere fantasy. The reality of Clark’s true colours made a sharp pain cut through her stomach. Denise was on the road and there were moving vehicles but she did not care. If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price.

She turns slowly, and though Lumina can’t see her eyes, something about her expression makes her chest tighten. Then — a baby crying. The sound echoes, sharp, desperate. It's alone, lying on stone, wrapped in a blanket stained with something dark. A fire blazes next. Screams cut through the night, shadows running in panic. The flames twist, reaching for the sky like they’re alive. Then the mirror goes still for half a second. Lumina gasps. And just before more can be revealed — a loud, echoing crack. The mirror splinters down the center.

> “Protect me from what hunts in silence. Guard me where eyes do not see. I call to what is old in me, To rise before it is too late.” Nothing happened. For a second, I felt foolish. I started to blow out the candles— —when the mirror cracked. I jerked back, heart pounding. Not just cracked—shattered. A web of sharp fractures burst outward from the center like something had exploded from within. My reflection looked back at me in pieces. And yet, I felt… calm. Relieved. I wasn’t imagining this. I wasn’t crazy. I wasn’t powerless.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

She was nothing beside me! That stench compared me to Raven! I will make sure to teach her a valuable lesson. I got on my feet and walked towards my vanity table and threw everything on it on the floor. “Raven is better than me, my foot! Those bastards are never appreciative! I have never done right before them,” I muttered angrily, destroying everything in my room. Just as I was about to break the mirror, I heard my door open ajar. Turning around, I noticed it was Marcus standing there.

Each step left no shadow. In the distance, she could see them—fragments of glass jutting from the earth like the ribs of a fallen god. The Mirror Hall wasn’t a building. It was a ruin suspended between dimensions, half-solid, half-reflection. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “It’s a trap,” Kian replied grimly. “Probably both.”

The one you love lives inside your heart. There is mirror in your heart that made you venerable if it catches someone’s reflection. This mirror is sort of magical, once it catches someone’s image nothing can replace that image its like camera’s photo where we see a still reflections of memories. That magical mirror makes your time stop, you are frozen and only way to escape is “Break that mirror” and without that mirror you are like a living dead. The shattered pieces of mirror will always make your heart bleed. Hazel was sleeping for hours; she did not left her room since week. She did not go to school. Althea was worried about her.

And I knew, with cold certainty, that Morwen had just gained a weapon far more dangerous than Veyra’s lies or Elian’s betrayal. Morwen stood panting in the wreckage of her sanctum, her staff held in her white-knuckled hands. Before her, was the Scrying Mirror,the obsidian surface that had ignored her pleas for a very long time,now blinking and shining with liquid silver light. And across its surface, a hairline crack glowed faintly blue. She hadn’t meant to break it. She’d only thrown her staff in anger after I left, aiming for nothing but the wall. But the mirror had turned.