Gemstone Mirror Novels & Stories

“It’s just a mirror.” Celeste’s lips curved in a knowing shadow of a smile. “Keep your eyes on it.” Katie nodded uncertainly, her gaze fixed on the blanket-draped surface. Behind her, she felt movement, the brush of fabric as Celeste walked to the back of the mirror. Fingers gripped the blanket’s edge, and with a swift pull, the cover came free. Dust motes leapt into the air as the mirror revealed itself: a vast surface polished to such clarity it seemed less like glass and more like water frozen in eternity.

He looked at himself in the mirror and smirked, he knew he looked very handsome and was proud of his looks. Adjusting the collar of his shirt, he waited for her arrival... Tonight everything was planned for her. It was the most beautiful night yet the waiting was the worst part. From an expensive restaurant to the Cartier diamond ring, he had all planned for her..... He was looking at his Rolex watch with irritation when he heard the sound of footsteps. Sighing deeply, he looked at the door smiling. Finally.....

____________ Lady Sterling is right there - he warns, pointing to the end of the hall. ____________ What is hers? - Lian's laugh is encouraging. ____________ She is a lonely old woman, uses all her bitterness to gloat over her pupils as she calls her apprentices. ____________ Do I have the option to decline this class? ____________ There is no way to. I am really sorry. - I let out an irritated sigh - Lady Marin, she's your teacher because you eat like a dog and have horrible posture. Tessy Sterling will teach you how to be a lady. _____________ During training for the Diamond Crown I was taught, and it was totally in vain...

Her blood and also her life. I looked back to see the locked door, and anxiety slipped in again. My heart instantly skipped a beat. “The items we have today for auctioning are, Magical mirror, Dragon tear, Amulet against compelling, sun absorbing ring and Atelum plant. The importance of items are as followed. Magical mirrors can enable you to see and also time transition you to anywhere in the world continent. This item is only available to our VIP bidder. Other items are available to all bidders. Before bidding, I will explain each item.” The auctioneer declared openly to everyone.

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.

“It’s alive.” Kael stepped forward cautiously. “Which relic do we need?” “I don’t know,” I said, scanning the chamber. “But I’ll know when I see it.” And then I did. At the far end of the Vault, resting on a pedestal carved with moon symbols, was a mirror fragment — no bigger than my hand. It shimmered like liquid silver, reflecting not our faces but shifting scenes. I felt drawn to it. My heart pounded as I stepped closer. I reached out and touched it.

His hands trembled as he pulled out a small silver mirror an antique-looking thing with ornate vines carved into the handle and held it out toward me like it was some sacred offering. I hesitated. My chest felt tight. My fingers itched with something I couldn’t name. I took the mirror. And I looked. At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. My face was mine same lips, same cheekbones, same small scar under my right eye. But the eyes? Oh gods. Oh gods. They weren’t brown anymore. They weren’t even human. My pupils were vertical slits, like that of a serpent.. The irises were golden, shimmering like coins thrown into a deep well. And around the edges, faint but pulsing, was a ring of se

They weren’t real. But little did I know that time, I’d be experiencing those in a literal way. Like, seriously. In a gut-wrenching, stomach-twisting literal way. And it all started when I brought an artifact back in my place. The six-foot-tall mirror looked classic, ancient, but it didn’t scream precious. For starters, the frame wasn’t gilded. It was made of metal that looked like bronze. It wasn’t adorned with rubies or diamonds too. It was just simple, little flowers and elegant curves carved on its sides.

Broken glass crunches under my boots. "They will pay for this. Every last one of them." Colin tilts his head, but he does not interrupt. I turn from the shattered table and storm toward the far wall where the black root vines twist from the ceiling like veins. I speak an ancient command, and the vines part slowly, revealing a mirror made from moonstone shards. It shows the world beyond the Hollow. The forest. The Starlight Pack’s path. I can almost smell the smugness rolling off them as they return home, victorious.