Dream Of Broken Mirror Novels & Stories

And then, as if summoned by some unseen force, a mirror appeared before me, its surface bouncing off the sliverey light from the moon. I hesitated, my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes, a distorted image of the person I once was. With trembling hands, I reached out, touching the glass, feeling its cool surface beneath my fingertips. And then, in an instant, the mirror shattered, fragments of glass scattering like diamonds in the moonlight as they fell to the forest floor. “Fuck!.” I said loudly, but my words only came out bad a whisper. In the shattered remains of the mirror, in each small piece, I saw a reflection unlike any I had ever known. A glowing white wolf, larger than l

“But the third… it opens in your world.” “Why?” “Because you kept dreaming,” she said, eyes gleaming. “And it feeds on dreams.” Liora stared at the mirror, the reflections growing wilder, A heartbeat. A laugh. A scream, And then a hand From inside the mirror Reaching through, Clawing toward her. She flung it across the room, The glass shattered, But the echo remained. The Other Queen turned, already fading. “I can’t stay,” she said. “Your flame rejects mine.”

By the time I woke up the next morning, the rain had long stopped. Sunlight poured in through the window, bright and clear, as if the whole world had never known a shadow. For a fleeting moment, I almost believed that everything from yesterday was just a bad dream. Then I shifted slightly, and a sharp sting shot through my injured leg. With the pain came everything else—a tidal wave of tangled memories from the day before, crashing over me all at once. Dolly. The moment her name crossed my mind, a crushing weight settled over my chest.

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 mirror invites Perci to see his soul and the condition of his heart, to look past physical features. He sees nothing but a man in his 40's, single and broken. 'I wish I had not met you again.' He broke the mirror; it was the last mirror in his room because the rest is broken. A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once small. From a perfect mirror to something that is unrecognizable. He watches each fragment fly outward until they lie still yet vicious on the Marmol floor. Breaking glass has become his art and comfort. There is nothing more broken than his heart. Those fragments are nothing compared to his heart. He watched them shatter and release just a fragmen

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.

“Then how do I break it?” The reflection stepped closer. “You don’t.” “Why?” “Because if you shatter the mirror, you shatter yourself.” The words fell heavy between them. Serenya stared down at her reflection — the true one, faint and fragile on the glass — and saw cracks forming along the surface beneath her feet. The world trembled. The light above dimmed, bleeding into shadow. From far away, Kaelen’s voice broke through — faint, desperate. Serenya! Come back to me!

And I had no fucking idea how to reach them. Elara moved to the far wall and pulled out something wrapped in faded cloth. When she unwrapped it, I saw a mirror — warped at the edges, blackened in the corners. Old. Dangerous. “The Mirror of the Waking Realm.” she said, offering it like a spellbound curse. “It can show what a person believes is real. Not what is. Not what was. But what they believe now.” Sophia’s breath caught. “If she’s really rewritten their minds,” Elara went on, “then this might help us see what that looks like. But it comes with a cost.”

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.

“That's weird, why will you suddenly dream about that?” “I have no idea but I think it has to do with the incoming battle. I think it's showing me what could happen, I know that was the last bit I couldn't help but think if something like that could happen again. It's crazy I know but it's just my thoughts and the mirror…. There was something about it that made me very… I wish I could have brought it here.” “Mirror? Are you talking about this mirror?” On the ground was the same mirror that Aileen saw. Only this time, it wasn't shattered.