Fractured Mirrors Novels & Stories

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.

She made a sudden, violent movement, and the glow in her skin burned with sudden intensity. Shortly after that, every piece of glass in the mirrors suddenly broke into many pieces and scattered around every corner of the room, and they were utterly destroyed all at once. The mirror didn’t crack or show any signs of breaking beforehand. It just exploded just like that. I used my hands to shield my face, but then came a sound after the breaking of the glasses out from beneath the earth Astrid’s knees became unstable, and she collapsed.

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.

But now there was something new. Ash. Circles of it, in spirals. Like someone had danced here, barefoot in soot. In the center: a mirror. Not old. Modern. But the glass was wrong. Too clear. Mason stepped in front of it—and his reflection didn’t move. Evelyn grabbed his arm. “Back up.” He did. His reflection stayed for half a second too long. Then it blinked. Not him. The glass cracked. Evelyn raised her flashlight—and the mirror shattered, exploding outward.

My hands curled into fists again, my knuckles white, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "No," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous snarl. I wasn’t going to lose her. I couldn’t. I stormed toward the mirror, my reflection taunting me, mocking me, reminding me of everything I’d lost. My fist connected with the glass, the impact sending a sharp, searing pain through my knuckles. The mirror cracked, a spiderweb of fractures spreading from the point of impact, my reflection now distorted, broken, just like me. "NO!"

If he is her mate, then he would surely reject them seeing how ruined and disgusting she was. “Alice! Don't say that. The scars mean nothing. He is meant for us.” Lenore snapped at her. “Alice yelled out loud; as she slammed her fist into the mirror. The glass cracked and shattered but held inside the mirror frame. She looked at the mirror surprised that she had hit it. Surprised that it was still intact. She looked at the mirror and hated it. The mirror was broken but still together. It could never be fixed but it was still together. She gritted her teeth, becoming more and more angry. She was the mirror, damaged, broken, ugly, and never being completely shattered but never being able to be

she added as she smash the crack mirror into fragment! The reflection have long been weak and can only stare blankly at the woman. The broken pieces of the mirror is thrown into the window and is disapear to the darkest fog that is somehow flickering dimly. “Gone, my dear, and be greatful your body conceive with my help!” Her laughter vibrated out to the deepest of the darkness, and the bloody eyes slowly open their eyes.

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.

“Adapting how?” Raven projected the new feed. “It’s broadcasting differently now—narrower bands, faster pulses. Like it’s fragmented itself into pieces. Smaller mirrors. Harder to hit.” Kamil rubbed his temples on-screen. “Like shards of glass scattered into the sea. Good luck sweeping that up.” Lira’s voice was sharp. “If it fragments, it can spread faster. Each shard carrying enough code to seed new mirrors anywhere with power and bandwidth.” Sophia nodded grimly. “We cracked the mirror. But the cracks are multiplying.”

The problem was, she couldn’t do any of it. She sighed, wishing more than ever to escape this memorial cage. She had long accepted she couldn’t control this kind of gift; however, if she stayed there much longer, she might turn insane. A cracking sound stopped any of her thoughts. Her eyes widened. Cracks were dancing around the mirrors. It was moving so fast the glass was easily filled with deep, thunder-like lines. Vladimir’s narrowed eyes trailed over the cracks. He bent, almost hugging his sister before surrounding himself with a ball of water. Seconds passed, the mirror exploded, its fragments flying in the air. Zheira tried covering her mother, but the glasses just whoosh past her body