Flower Knows Hand Mirror Novels & Stories

The flickering torches turned into clinical, shadowless beams. The "Sepia" was being "Upgraded" into the "Clean Room Protocol." Seraphina didn't retreat. She reached into her own chest and pulled out a single, glowing violet lily—the "Source of the Shadow." "The North is not a project!" she roared. She slammed the lily into the Mirror. But the Mirror didn't break. It "Absorbed" the flower. "Thank you for the 'Color', Seraphina," the Mirror whispered. "We were looking for a 'Violet Variable'."

One year and eight months later. Flower looked worriedly at her reflection in the mirror. She spun around, then looked down at the bottom of her dress. Janeth who was putting earrings in her ears turned and looked at Flower in surprise. "Hey, little lady, what are you doing? You've been circling in front of the mirror for more than twenty minutes," Janeth said amused. Flower turned to Janeth and pouted. "This dress makes me look pale, auntie J. See, my lips look white because of the reflection of this dress," said Flower.

It flew towards the spring, circling the water. She walked back to the spring and watched the bird as it played on the face of the water. The water was so clear her reflection seemed to be in a mirror. She saw the reflections of the clouds on the water. Then she noticed something else. In her reflection, she saw a red flower in her hand. The flower the old woman gave her! She held her hand, with a bewildered look on her face. Scared to know what was actually happening. She reached for it. She could feel it in her palm. It was real.

Flora had to smile. Feeling more relaxed, Flora sat up and decided to go to the bathroom. She was happy that there was soap and was surprised that it even had hot shower. Flora decided to wash her face but realized that there was no mirror. The yacht crew was serious when he said that the master did not like mirrors. Apparently, it extended even to the servants’ quarters.

She lifted her hand and threw the flower up so high and the flower ran traveled all the way past the girls and landed in the particular hand of someone none of them could see yet. Elena turned back hoping to see who had caught the flower, but they were all just as confused as her. Their eyes searched discreetly through the crowd and there, Elena’s eyes fell on the pretty-looking Mira, who was standing right in front of a packed car, with the flower in her hand. Her eyes widened. She ran the back of her palms against her eyes trying to know if what she was seeing was real. “Elena..” she heard her name. She let go of her eyes and they still met with that of Mira.

Thus, she had decided to give up on her combined Master's and Doctorate program. This estate could be considered a turning point in Miranda's fate. … As her thoughts returned to the present, Hansel led her through the door. The next second, a sea of blooming flowers greeted her eyes. Even though Miranda was mentally prepared, she was still taken by surprise. She saw a variety of flowers blooming vividly in the cold winter. Roses, begonias, orchids, azaleas, and gardenias… As soon as she stepped in, the warmth in the room was overwhelming.

I rushed inside my room and slammed the door shut. I locked it again and again. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, I leaned against the door and tried to breathe. “There's no one here,” I said. But then again I looked at the flowers. My heart skipped. The roses were changing, the petals were turning dark, drying out so fast. Like they were getting old in seconds. My phone notified me again. Another message. CHECK THE MIRROR. I shouldn't have looked. Out of curiosity, I turned to the small mirror near the door.

He avoided staring, he raised a hand so my eyes landed there. He opened his palm, I frowned, but it immediately disappeared when a flower came out of it. He looked at me and slightly brought it closer. I parted my lips and took it. "What is this for?" He looked up at me. "Can I fix you?" After a few moments, I nodded from staring at him for a long time, even though I was confused, I couldn't do anything. He smiled widely, and pulled me to the mirror desk. I sat in my chair that was there.

FLORA The mirror beat like a living creature under my fingers. Magic seemed to vibrate through the glass, warping my reflection before it stabilized into something more… recognizable. Hailey was alone in her room, her back to me, shoulders rigid. Her crown had never been suited for her, yet she wore it like a fighter. It was nearly admirable. Nearly. I smiled, lightly touching my fingers to the glass. The connection happened, and the flickering candle flame dancing in her room died. The air was thick with the scent of roses and decay.

Without the burden of a fleshy body, it could travel at a faster speed. One other advantage of this mirror image was that it was compelling. Even as the North Emperor, Dusk didn’t notice that it wasn’t Alex himself. At the time, another lotus flower started blooming within Alex’s body. ‘No way?’ ‘This is just too easy!’ It felt like these three thousand flowers were all waiting for a grand opportunity, no matter the size. As long as something were to trigger it in the slightest, it would bloom immediately. ‘The Great Mirror Spell!’