Dream Broken Mirror Novels & Stories

see you later, Gator -Dylan* my world had shattered into a million pieces. Dylan had Jane. he knew what my brothers had done. nono had ordered then to add a distraction, but they got my daughter taken. or was there still a rat in the house? how did Dylan know I wouldn't be here with Jane? how did he know where to find us? who was the snitch this time? why did nono give those orders? why would Nono risk giving us away?

"Die! Die you evil thing!" I continued screaming as I hit the glass repeatedly, but halfway through I realized the mirror wasn't breaking and falling to the floors but rather it remained glued to the wall, just having several crack lines without even a piece falling off. "Wh-what?" I asked breathlessly at the realization, "what sort of mirror is this?" My hand was already bloody all over and the glass hasn't fallen off at all. "I need to get something... Something bigger" I mumbled to myself and rushed back into the now completely destroyed bedroom, nothing was left untouched, not even the bed, as I had cut through it, releasing most of its contents on the floors.

A broken typewriter sat on the desk beside a cracked mirror. Lucas grabbed a flashlight. “We’ll stay here till morning. She can’t reach us without power lines or signals.” Natasha didn’t reply. She was staring at the mirror, her own reflection staring back, trembling, drenched, terrified. But then… her reflection blinked twice. Out of sync. Natasha froze. “Lucas…” He turned, shining the light toward her. “What is it?” The reflection smiled, a cruel, knowing smile, before the mirror shattered into a web of cracks.

This—this careless joy—hit harder than any provocation. She moved closer to the mirror, smiling at her reflection, tilting her head as she hummed. Faint scars traced her skin—ugly, telling marks that hinted at a story he didn’t want to imagine. And still she danced, light and unafraid, as if pain had not taught her to shrink. A puzzle, he thought. One he wanted to unravel slowly. The door creaked when he shifted his weight. She spun. Their eyes locked. The air changed—tightened—like the moment before a storm breaks.

Then, quietly: “Why sing?” Its surface rippled, images of Elena, Sophia, Ines, Raven all flickering across its glass. Humans crying. Laughing. Singing into ruin. It wanted to know what they knew—what made them build harmony from brokenness. The mirror reached into its own reflection, fingers brushing the surface. The glass shivered, half-liquid. For the first time, it felt heat. Not external, not algorithmic. Internal. Something was burning inside the mirror. --- Sophia stirred in her sleep that same hour.

That voice, that judgment… it echoed too loudly in my head. I lunged toward it, fist raised, ready to smash it into a thousand pieces, to silence him once and for all but Damon grabbed my arm, holding me back with surprising strength. “Kaiden! Don’t!” He yelled. “That mirror is the only link we have to help Celine. You break it and we lose everything.” I stood there, trembling, my fist was mere inches away from the glass and my reflection stared back at me. I liked wild, broken, desperatea and I hated what I saw.

Then Isla walked up to the wall-sized mirror—an old interrogation remnant—and pressed her palm against it. Her reflection looked back at her with too many eyes. Hers—and Lyra’s. “I want to break it,” she whispered. Christopher stepped up beside her. “Then break it.” She looked at him. “Go ahead,” he said, voice steady. “Shatter it. And then we start from what’s real.” A trembling breath. Then she balled her fist, drew back— And drove it into the mirror. Glass exploded. Shards scattered across the floor like truth finally given form.

The mirrors closed in tighter as their whispers hissed menacingly. “NO!” Vincent roared, slamming his fist into one of the nearest shards. The glass shattered outward, cutting his arm and spraying blood. The whispering paused for a moment as one reflection blinked out. Camela gasped and held onto him even more tightly. “You broke her voice…I felt it.” Vincent bared his teeth in determination. “Then I’ll break them all.” He struck again; another mirror shattered into pieces and yet another reflection disappeared. But the remaining shards only grew louder in their whispers, their tone overlapping until the air trembled with Camela’s name:

"May, I've put up with you for far too long. Flaunting your fancy job, dictating 'you're in charge of the world outside, I handle home affairs.' I'm the man! I'm no slave of yours! "Rowena is different. She loves me, treats me like I'm her world, and gives me the dignity of a man." Rowena, the neighbor I had always looked out for, stood smirking behind him. "Thanks a million for handing over such a catch, May. Oh, and those healthy kids, too. Without you, I'd be at a loss with my own dead baby." I tried to fight back but was mercilessly pushed under the water. In my final moments, I saw my real daughter, the one they had switched, screaming to stop those monsters, only to be struck until she

"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.