Gemstone Mirror Novels & Stories

"My granddaughter is alive, and she is more deserving of Nethras than half of you are of your thrones." For a moment, I saw Selena flinch. Just slightly. Just enough to know that Grandmother had drawn blood. "Enough," Lord Valerius's voice cut through the burgeoning argument. He looked at me, his gaze lingering on my wrist where the Moon Seal pulsed. "Bring forth the Mirror of Reflection." --- The First Trial: Reflection Attendants wheeled forth the massive slab of mercury-backed crystal again. It was taller than I was, its surface rippling like the skin of a living thing. The mirror didn't reflect light - it seemed to absorb it, drawing the blue torchlight into its depths like a predator dr

beginning to emerge from his own skin, those hollow black eyes bleeding into his silver ones. "Please!" I shrieked, my fingernails tearing as I yanked the tarp. With a thunderous rip, the canvas fell away. The Great Mirror was revealed. Its surface wasn't glass; it was a pool of liquid silver, swirling with a light that didn't come from the sun. I didn't look at my own reflection. I looked at the reflection of the battle behind me. In the mirror, Julian wasn't fighting a corpse. He was fighting himself.

We reach the library. A single mirror stands in the middle of the floor. Inside it: the Forty-Eighth. Full crown. My face. My body. My voice, but colder. Not-Celeste (smiling like she’s won): “Time for your first real test, little storm.” She steps halfway out of the mirror—only her top half, like the glass is a doorway stuck halfway open. In her hand is a perfect replica of the bloodstone locket Remy wears. She crushes it.

Instead, he cast a seemingly casual glance at Caspian. Caspian kept a nervous look on his face, keeping the helplessness and expectation that a trapped person should have. His expression was in place, so Valdis Goth was completely relieved and focused on the eyeball. He turned his palm around at this moment. When he raised it again, a small white mirror had appeared in his palm. The small mirror was a diamond-shaped mirror, which could be held by one hand. At this time, because the small mirror was in the hands of Valdis Goth, Caspian couldn't see the specific appearance of the mirror.

Had the elves stolen it? I headed to the door. Devoran had better provide me the answers I needed, including what he did with my gem, or there would be war, and I would be the one to start it. Before I could exit, the sound of tinkling glass made me turn. As I watched, the shattered mirror reassembled until it was whole. I knew if I looked into the mirror again, I wouldn't see myself, but the girl. Snow White. With a growl, I pulled open the door.

I must have heeded their advice because I can’t look back and remember ever taking the dang thing off. As I stare at the necklace in my hand, I swear I see something within it begin to move as the sun above me, makes it look like it is glowing. My eyes focus on the moonstone as it begins to get brighter with every second that I hold it in my hands. I see what I am looking for as it looks like a speckle within it is pulsating like a dainty little heart beating. As I watch the small fragment within the stone pulsate I feel a surge of what I can only explain as a surge of energy rush through me, making my nerve endings feel like they are tingling.

Mr Gaston commented in amusement, giving Davien a nudge in the ribcage. Davien shrugged and crossed his arms, watching as Miranda continued to pose but with a different necklace this time. This one was littered with glowing diamonds and making her cerulean eyes pop. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” he replied nonchalantly, and Mr. Gaston sniggered.

Cost me a pretty penny, but highly worth it. My hair is half up, half down, with loose curls. It's soft and elegant, showing off my face while keeping it out of my face. Also, keep on the emerald necklace Declan got me because it goes perfectly, along with the ring I had custom-made. It's just a gold ring with an emerald, similar to the necklace, but it doubles as a scent blocker. No one will be none the wiser because it's stunning. There's a knock on my door, so I tell whoever it is to come in while I check myself in the full-length mirror to ensure everything is perfect.

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

"Silas said to tell you that Silvercrest plays with stolen coins. Tonight, we make them pay the tax." The lid of the trunk swings back. Even in the dim, bleeding emergency light, the contents make my breath hitch. Nestled within layers of protective black velvet is the Shattered Mirror. The silver threads seem to catch the ambient darkness itself, humming with that faint, ghostly luminescence I locked into the core with my own blood. It looks alive. It looks dangerous. And laid right beside it, wrapped in silk, is a gown.