Gemstone Mirror Novels & Stories

“From the moment I met you. From the instant I watched that shard scream for someone to bear its weight in your hand.” “You lent me part of your shard,” I whispered. “No.” He stepped closer. “I gave it a home.” Something between us cracked. I could not determine if it was something beautiful or something horrifying. Maybe both. But there was no unpacking of that at the moment. Because the mirror began to reshape. Not like before — not glass and light. But stone. The cracks on the floor instantly formed into a spiral, and the rune in the middle of the spiral started pulsing with light, red and golden colour. Winifred gasped. “That’s not Jasmine’s energy anymore.”

It was old, the frame tarnished silver worked into a pattern of vines, the glass itself dark, like looking into a pool of standing water rather than a mirror. My reflection didn’t show up in it the way it should have. I turned it over in my hands, then carried it over to where Melissa was sleeping. “Melissa.” I touched her shoulder. “Wake up. I think I found something.” Her eyes opened, blinking blearily, and then sharpened the second they landed on the mirror in my hands. She sat up straighter.

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

It probably wouldn't have been ideal for anyone else, and hell, Nikki may hate me for not making more of a production out of it, but either way, I stuck my hand into my pocket. She focused on our son, yet I knew the moment she saw the diamond that glittered in the white-gold setting. I heard the gasp seconds before she moved her fingers to her mouth. When she pulled back enough for me to see her eyes, radiant blues and deep greys feathered from her pupils, and tears pooled, threatening to cascade down her cheeks. I hated to see her cry, but this was when she was the most beautiful...when she was vulnerable.

In the end, the entire mirror surface became a vast expanse of white. “What?!” “Why can’t we see him anymore?” “Is it because the mirror is broken?” the grand elder asked. “Impossible,” Hermione said. “My goddess master said that this is a prehistoric spiritual treasure, and it won’t break even if lightning were to strike it. How could it break so easily?” Greed flashed in the sect master’s eyes again. A prehistoric spiritual treasure? It really was a rare treasure that was difficult to be found through the ages. “Then, maybe your cultivation level is not high enough, and you can’t drive the treasure to its full potential,” the sect master said calmly, shifting his gaze away from the mirror.

I didn't bother to answer her at patuloy na hinanap ang hinahanap. My hand went busy clutching and pulling every drawer that my eyes laid on, trying to find a single mirror. Nang binuksan ko ang pinaka-dulo nito ay nakita ko na rin ang aking hinahanap. ‘Found it!’ I exclaimed silently. Mabilis kong kinuha ang customize face mirror. The handle was made out of gold, the oval-shaped mirror itself was showered with glittering gems! I almost fainted ng muntik pa itong mahulog.

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

I was confused but he just smiled at me and held my hand and made me walk back towards the mirror. “I have a gift for you.” He said and made me sit and open the box he was holding that made me see what it was through the mirror. “Brother…” I said when I saw two necklaces. It was two necklace the one is with a dagger pendant that has some red gem stone attach on it, the other one has a circle pendant that has a hole in the middle that I shape as a dagger and with a light blue gemstone that has the same color like what my engagement ring has, I think it’s an aquamarine stone too.

It’s pulsing a jagged, angry orange—a frequency I haven't seen since the Moore estate was wiped from the maps. I reach for the glass shard to pry the casing open, but a new word cuts across the mirror. D-O-N-T. "Talk to me," I say, my voice cracking. "What is this?" The mirror clears further, the words appearing in frantic, jagged strokes. B-E-A-C-O-N. I look at the silver threads on my arm. "The manifestation? It's calling them?" S-I-L-V-E-R S-I-G-N-A-L, the mirror reads. L-O-C-K-E-D.