Dream Broken Mirror Novels & Stories

So, why would the moon goddess curse her to become one of them instead of being a werewolf. “It was all a dream,” She said to herself, before she happily went and pushed the curtains open to allow more sunlight stream into her room. She closed her eyes to embrace nature’s warmth. But she felt something else land on her face, that made her pull away from the window side and that’s when her eyes landed on the broken pieces of her mirror, which the sunlight met some of it in the floor and was reflecting some of it through it. Broken silver mirror. The smile seized from her face instantly the moment she realized what was going on. If it was a dream?

Damon lunged in front of me instantly, blocking my view, growling deep in his chest. “Get back,” he snarled. “Ivy, don’t look at it.” But I couldn’t look away. Even with Damon shielding me, I felt the pull like a hand tugging at my ribs. Damon shouted for Elara. His heartbeat pounded through our bond. He was terrified. The mirror crackled with soft, silver flames. And Jace’s whisper drifted out one last time: “Soon.” The mirror shattered. Shards hit the floor. The last piece fell with a ringing sound that felt final.

Her reflection stared back. Becky leaned closer, eyes narrowing. The woman in the mirror leaned closer too, lips parting. For a second—just a second—Becky thought she saw water bead along the reflection’s hairline. Thought she saw silver light flicker beneath the skin. She screamed. With a violent motion, she ripped the mirror from the wall. Glass shattered as it hit the floor, shards exploding outward. Becky stumbled back, chest heaving, staring at the broken pieces scattered at her feet. Each fragment reflected her face at a different angle—twisted, fractured, multiplied.

“I’ve seen what he’s like when he’s cornered. I’m offering you a way out.” I looked at the box. My reflection split across the diamond like a warning. “What if you’re just another cage?” I asked. His eyes softened. “Then break me open. But don’t go back to him.” I closed my eyes, hearing my own beating like thunder. “I’m tired,” I whispered. “Tired of running, tired of loving ghosts.” “You won’t be a ghost with me.” “And if I say yes?” “We disappear. Tonight. I’ve already prepped everythingtickets, a place to stay. You wake up tomorrow free.”

Seraphina’s voice faded into the echo. > “If you want to save him—break the bond. Even if it means losing everything.” Mira’s pulse roared in her ears. “But if I break it, I’ll disappear.” > “Yes.” “Then it’s settled.” --- Back in the real world, Adrian awoke to the sound of glass breaking. “Mira!” he shouted, staggering from bed. He found her in the chapel, surrounded by glowing shards, her hands pressed against the mirror’s cracked surface.

Eyes closed. But alive. Still alive. I went to her. Glass in my shoes, in my skin, leaving a trail of blood. Didn't matter. Sat on the bed. Took her hand. Cold. Light. "Yan," she whispered. Didn't open her eyes. "You broke them." "I broke the mirrors." "Same thing." She smiled. Small. Real. The last one. "They're me. I'm them. You broke me." "Good." She laughed. Coughed. Weak.

I needed to face it alone. I entered the bathroom and looked at the mirror. My face was marked by tears. My eyes wandered over the robe stained with food and the bruised knees. I didn't recognize myself, but it was me there. It was who I had allowed myself to be up until that moment, and I needed to see it very clearly. I needed to confront the fact that I had hit rock bottom, that I had hurt the people who cared about me, that I had hurt myself. I was punishing myself, why? Why was I doing that to myself? Losing my mind like this?

With a mighty force, he hurls the mirror to the ground, the glass shattering into a million pieces with a deafening explosion of sound. The room now lies in disarray, the broken mirror a stark reflection of the turmoil that rages within Paul. His chest heaves with the exertion of his outburst, his mind clouded with a mix of anger, hurt, and frustration. As the echoes of his actions fade into silence, Paul is left standing amidst the wreckage, the shattered mirror serving as a poignant symbol of the brokenness that now consumes him.

I hissed. I slammed my hand against the mirror again and cracks split across its surface, spreading like veins. The reflection’s voice turned desperate. “Rory, stop! You’ll destroy me!” “Good,” I whispered. The mirror broke. Pain burst through my armglass tearing my skin, blood spilling across the floor. I fell to my knees, gasping. The broken bits glowed softly, reflecting not Elias, not Selene but me. A thousand versions of me. Crying. Screaming. Laughing.

I darkened my brown eyes. Then, looking me in the eye— Were the eyes of Viktor. My reflection's lips twisted into a slow, ruthless smile. Gasping, I staggered back. The mirror broke. My breath was ragged as I startled up. As I wiped perspiration from my forehead, my hands shook. Then I noticed it. The mirror on the other side of the room Broken. I gasped for air. It was only a dream. Was it not?