Gemstone Mirror Novels & Stories

It was only a matter of pressure. My private room lay beyond the ceremonial chambers, past velvet and gold and things meant to be seen. This room was bare by comparison. Just a stone walls, one narrow window that has been sealed for generations. And at its heart, is concealed behind a panel carved with forgotten runes and mirror. I uncovered the mirror slowly. The glass was not glass at all. It breathed when exposed, a shallow, living exhale that fogged its surface from the inside out. Veins of silver threaded through it like cracks that had chosen not to break. This mirror had no reflection unless it was commanded to show one.

I gasp, surprised and confused “But, why?” Walking through the library, heading toward the darkened back, flames light up against the wall as we pass, illuminating our path. “Because of this,” Althea stops, holding up her hand. Both Crimson and I turn to face what she is showing us. “A mirror?” Crimson scoffs, “What makes this mirror special enough to kill and almost wipe out a Pride?” His words die off when his eyes land on the enormous frosted, looking glass. Framed by an unknown dark metal that swirls and bends around the clouded mirror, carved with images of Jaguars, Bears, Wolfs, and humans, all the way to the top. In the center of the frame, sits an emblem of twisted vines and swords t

The only thing he knew about his mother is that she abandoned him when he was still a child. Was she a creature from Fantasía too? "She was just like you, beautiful shiny hair, brave and powerful." Jihae started. "When she gave birth to you, Adalis started capturing all the Gemmas because he knew they could destroy the dark creatures." "Gemmas?" Jimmy asked. "Gems in Latin, they are creatures with a hair that has too many powers, just like you." So, I'm a Gemma. Jimmy thought.

A heartbeat later, a small ancient mirror that was no bigger than his palm appeared in his hand. At first glance, the mirror looked like an ordinary bronze antique that could be seen in a mortal household. The surface was smooth and plain with no patterns, carvings, or inscriptions along the edge. The color was dull, and the whole thing had that weathered, spotty look that came with age. If it were tossed into a pile of mirrors, nobody would've given it a second glance. Nobody would've guessed this was the Reincarnation Mirror—the legendary treasure of the three realms that had vanished hundreds of years ago.

Anna’s breath came in shallow gasps as the light slowly dimmed, revealing their surroundings. They stood in a vast, circular chamber unlike anything she had seen before. The Heart of Reflections was a masterpiece of shimmering beauty and menacing energyTowering mirrors lined the walls, each glowing faintly and displaying fragments of countless worlds. The floor beneath their feet sparkled like polished obsidian, etched with glowing runes that pulsed softly, as if alive. But the most striking feature was the massive mirror at the center of the room. It was the largest they had encountered, its surface impossibly smooth and radiating an ominous golden light. The air around it crackled with ene

Taking the offered beverage gratefully, I take a long, deep sip and begin explaining. The first pile has a few old books, an athame, green velvet robes, and a leather-bound journal. There are also a few crystals and other focus items. The second pile has the mirror, a variety of silks, some unusual dresses, and a jewelry box full of very interesting, very powerful gems set into rings and amulets. There is one ring in particular that caught my eye, a fire opal set in gold. It still glows with an inner fire, signifying that it is still receiving energy from somewhere. But where? And from whom?

The chamber beyond the arch was circular, walls lined with black obsidian that drank the torchlight. In the center stood a single mirror—tall, ornate, framed in what looked like bone. Its surface swirled with silver mist, refusing to show any reflection. Stephanie clutched Riley's arm, her nails digging in. "I don't want to go first. Please, God, not me." But the mirror had other plans.

"But there's something else you should know. About what happens when both bloods fully merge." Lucian doesn't want to hear it. But he needs to. "Tell me," Lucian says. Jasper sets the journal aside. Walks to a locked chest in the corner. Opens it with a key from around his neck. Inside, wrapped in oiled cloth, lies a mirror. Not silver like Thane's. This one looks like black glass. Obsidian, polished to impossible smoothness. "Vampire glass," Jasper says. "Shows truth that normal mirrors hide. My father used it to track his own deterioration."

She winked at her before walking away, exploring different kinds of dresses. Miranda couldn't help but be amazed at how big the mall was. She didn't have a good understanding of gemstones because she hadn't seen or touched one before, so she decided to ask Emily for help but couldn't find her. After some time of searching nothing picked her interest. She bit her lip with a frown and turned around, a pair of glittering Crystal necklace caught her attention. It was so beautiful that Miranda's shoulders shivered. Beautiful was an indescribable word for the Crystal necklace, she had never seen anything like it before and wanted it.

Jessamine had already wiped away the smudged eyeliner and was playing with the uniquely designed bronze mirror. "What does that have to do with this mirror? Was I the one who bought it back?" "Isn't it?" Jessamine's breath hitched as she carefully examined the mirror. Indeed, it had the appearance of the unique design from Yorkville, with some green gems adorning the back. Jessamine immediately retracted her thoughts after she saw those gems. How could such precious items be displayed on a street stall at the night market? Who wouldn't make a fortune if they bought them back?