Galadriel Mirror Novels & Stories

The silky coat was easy to move my hands through. I smiled at her as she allowed me move my fingers gently up her neck to her head. The contrast between my pale hands and her dark coat was intense. The pendant glowed on my chest, However, this time it shined white instead of grey. The color illuminated brightly between us and we both knew. I just had to accept her for all of this to be better. The pendent blinked once and went back to black. That must have been the part of the moon goddess’s love. Pure white. Blinding for the human eye.

The surface of the mirror begins to ripple, distorting our images even more than before until they slowly begin to fade to gray, which is then replaced with blackness. “Merlin Devona Alestra Avalonia..” she finishes then turns to me. “Mirrors are a type of portal,” she explains. “Not as good as shadows, which fall between light and dark where reality is fuzzy and easily changed, but still good. When we see ourselves in the mirror, it is us but not us, another not-quite-there space. A “tween” space.” "What happens next?" I'm shaking now, struggling to keep myself here, present and not screaming. "What do I need to do?"

As they reached the final chamber, Ayla stopped. At its center stood a single mirror—taller than a man, its frame carved from moonstone. The surface rippled faintly, as if it were breathing. Her heart pounded. “This is it.” Kian stepped closer, his hand on his sword. “Careful. The Mirror doesn’t just show. It binds.” Ayla ignored him. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The surface rippled beneath her fingertips, cool and alive. For a heartbeat, she saw only her reflection. Then, slowly, another image formed—her face, but different. Darker eyes. A crescent mark glowing on her brow.

A sleek surgical chair stood in the center. "You've been busy," Darius muttered. Mirabel looked at him without blinking. "And you're as pretty as the rumors say. Try not to bleed on anything." Elodie snorted. "I like her already." Mirabel gestured toward the bag Elodie carried. "Show me what you brought." They placed the drives on the counter. Mirabel's eyes widened slightly as she scanned the labels. "Echo Alpha," she whispered. "So it's true. Elijah completed the mirror phase."

Elmund led her into the main chamber, toward the ornate mirror hanging on the far wall, the same one Nolan had shown her before, the one connected to his mother’s spirit through whatever magic she had woven into its frame. He reached up and pressed against a specific point along the carved edge of the frame, and to Gianna’s astonishment, the mirror swung outward on a hinge she hadn’t even noticed before, revealing a hidden space carved into the wall behind it. A safe, concealed so cleverly that she understood immediately why her earlier search of this very room had turned up nothing. Inside, arranged carefully on small shelves, sat a collection of vials and bottles, each one different from t

he added, one side of his mouth quirked upward. “What? But how?” asked Arla. She was relieved to learn that she hadn’t been seeing things, but it still seemed just as crazy to realise that there was, indeed, someone talking in the mirror. “Hello, young Arla, I’m Elder Laurel of the Ochre Coven,” she said, turning her attention to Arla. “This is one of my enchanted mirrors. Where did you find it?” “Um, from the antique store in town,” Arla replied.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

When Daniel saw me his eyes widened and he looked at me in awe as if he had seen a goddess and I was pleased. "You look stunning, Mira you are beautiful" he said pecking me. "Thanks, I blushed. So where are we going. "Firstly, I missed you, secondly, I missed you so much" he said ignoring my question. "And thirdly?? "Have you heard of pavid royal garden?? "Daniel are you serious right now? I froze. "Emm...you don't like there? Is anything the problem? He asked obviously oblivious of why I asked him the question.

He activated the crimson circle. The giant Blood Mirror above me glowed. A dark red beam pierced my veins. Agony shot through me like a million silver needles. It was pulling out my memories. The Crimson Trial drains a vampire's blood to project their past. It shreds the soul. It feels like burning under the noon sun. It is the cruelest punishment for traitors. I felt the mirror sucking my life away. But I didn't fight it. Instead, I felt a weird, perfect peace.