Novel & Cerita Dream Of Broken Mirror

Flames reflected in my eyes. I crawled, screaming his name again and again, even though I knew the truth. That no one could survive that. I reached the burning wreckage and clawed at it helplessly even as the heat scorched me. “Please, PLEASE SOMEONE—” My voice cracked horribly. “Dominic answer me, please…” But there was no answer, and then, before I could touch the wreckage again the vision dissolved. “No more.” My voice was hoarse. Broken. But the mirror didn’t stop. A third vision surged forward, pulling me into another nightmare, another reality.

Her breath hitched as she whispered, “This isn’t real.” But the cracks widened, spreading throughout the mirror until it began to shake. Then—from the biggest crack, his voice came through, soft and deadly close: “Elira.” Her knees buckled as she stumbled back, grasping onto the wall. The ink scar on her hand glowed like fire. The last thing she heard before the mirror shattered into darkness was his whisper, “Tomorrow…I’ll see you at work.”

When I did finally close my eyes, I dreamed of mirrors. Not just one,hundreds, maybe thousands, stretching endlessly in every direction. I walked barefoot through the void, the silence shattered only by the crunch of glass beneath my feet. Every mirror reflected a different version of me. One was laughing. One was screaming. One had blood smeared across her mouth. One stood beside Jonathan, his fingers twined with hers like they belonged there. But none of them looked free. I stopped at a mirror with no reflection. Just black. Cold seeped through the surface as I touched it.

“Remember this: the mirror shows what is true. It shows what it wants. When you seek, be simple. One question. One answer. No bargains. No lies.” A watcher named Jorin put his palm to the black glass and whispered the name of a lost child he wanted to find. The mirror breathed and showed a small face, sleeping under a rock. Jorin’s eyes filled and he stepped away. “Good,” I said. “We will use the mirror to map. Not to bargain. Not to hunt power. It is a tool.” Night came and the castle lit with low fires. I walked the battlements and listened to the patrols. I felt the kingdom move. It was like an animal shifting in sleep. Small muscles tightened. It would wake with speed.

"She, too, believed love could overwrite blood." Bella stepped forward, just inches from his face. "She was right." --- That night, as the Cathedral quieted under snow, Hope dreamed again. She stood in a chamber of mirrors, each one showing a different version of herself: laughing, crying, burning, flying. One mirror cracked slowly. And inside it, she saw Sébastien. He was speaking to her, but she couldn't hear the words. Then her reflection shattered the glass with a single touch. And when Hope woke up, her pillow was warm with steam.

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

The mirror. Its magic is gone. I straighten, eyes narrowing. My fork clinks quietly against the plate. She broke it. I reach out through the mind-link immediately. “Hello, sweetheart.” Silence. Then, a sigh. Broken. Tired. “Hello, Nathaniel.” “Are you okay?” “I don’t know,” she whispers. “Am I supposed to be?” My chest tightens. “Eva, I know the mirror is gone. I made that mirror for Queen Sarah. I’m connected to it—I felt it break. Would you like to tell me what happened?”

Ariella's eyes swept the cell, searching for any means to ensure her silence. Her gaze landed on a shattered mirror, its fragments scattered on the floor like shattered dreams. She approached it, her heart heavy with purpose. Among the shards, one piece caught her eye – a jagged edge, sharp enough to seal her fate. Ariella picked it up, cradling the broken glass in her palm, its fragile weight a stark contrast to the weight of her decision.

Luna walked forward, her small hand reaching for the crystal. The moment she touched it, everything changed. The mirrors showed visions—possible futures, probable pasts, hidden truths. I saw myself dying in childbirth, Luna never born. I saw Dante rejecting me permanently, our bond severed forever. I saw the pack destroyed, wolves scattered, everything we'd built in ashes. But these weren't my visions. They were Luna's. I looked at my daughter and saw her face twisted in anguish, tears streaming down her cheeks as the mirrors forced her to watch every possible tragedy, every hidden truth, every painful reality.

After he walked away, I rose to my feet and for some reason, I could not stop stomping my feet on the ground, it was like I was trying to get rid of something stuck under my feet but there was nothing there still, I did not stop, I kept stomping and stomping untill I noticed the moonlight pouring into my room. I walked to my room slowly because I could feel a tightness around my neck, I could not breathe and I was gasping for air, I tried to catch my breath but I could not breathe, I struggled and struggled and somehow I broke a vase. I turned around towards where the sound of the vase breaking came from and on the wall was the mirror on the wall. What made me stop moving wasn't the broken c