Gemstone Mirror Novels & Stories

Caelia wasted no time moving down them, her guards following but keeping their distance now that Rhyzar was close. She would demand answers from them later. “Why the glass?” she asked, her voice clipped as she focused on her footing. “The water?” “To warm the reservoirs during the day without losing them to the sun,” Rhyzar replied easily, his stride effortless beside her. “The entirety of Mirava is built around it.” The roads—the glistening roads she had seen from above. All glass over water. “Which way?” was all she said in response, her impatience making him chuckle softly.

"If he’s cheating on me, I’ll have her head. I’ll kill them both." "Maria, wait," I said, but she wasn't listening. She was already limping toward the house, her emerald gown torn by the bushes. I looked down at the floor of the gazebo and saw something glinting in the moonlight. I picked it up. It was a small, silver pendant—a mirror-shaped charm. It was exactly like the one Diana wore. My heart dropped. The "Mirror of Malice" wasn't just a name for my marriage. It was a web, and we were all caught in it.

I drag the length forward over my shoulder slowly as the silver colour steals the breath from my lungs. “What…on earth” My voice sounds steady, though my heart begins racing. As I sift through the strands, small cool shapes brush against my fingertips. Tiny gold beads. Embedded within the strands themselves. Smooth pieces of crystal, pearl, and polished sea glass woven into the growth as if they had formed there naturally. I stare at them in stunned silence. Then I noticed something else. A faint pressure resting on my head. Curiosity pulls me toward the tall mirror across the room. My reflection nearly stops my heart.

She was the true grace the Moon Goddess had given me. Suddenly, a terrified howl erupted from the gravesite, cutting through the violence. The Beta warriors had dug through the earth. My body wasn't there. The corpse, a stranger hastily wrapped in rags, was not me. There was only a moonstone pendant, tied with a silk ribbon, glowing faintly beside the body. "The moonstone…" Kaelan's voice suddenly choked. He shakily picked up the pendant, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. It was the token of our love.

I didn’t stop until her body sagged and crumpled, dead weight. Something glinted. A ring. Dark silver coiled with black stone, pulsing faintly. I ripped it off her limp hand, my chest heaving, blood pounding in my ears. The mirror. I didn’t think—I just pressed the ring forward, shut my eyes tight, lips shaking. Selene whispered inside me, words I couldn’t catch. The mirror groaned. It shook like a living thing, cracks spreading across its surface. And then it shattered. Glass rained down, and through it, stumbling weak and pale, came the real Griselda. She looked like she’d been locked away for years.

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Noon had already arrived, and the world outside was in a chaotic symphony of activity. A quick glance at her phone revealed over 20 missed calls from her mom. "Shit," Ezra muttered under her breath, realizing she had inadvertently caused worry. She returned the call, but no one picked up. Determined to address the situation, she put her phone on charge and treated herself to a quick shower. After getting ready, she assessed her reflection in the mirror. The sweatpants accentuated her curves, paired with a matching sweatshirt, a jade bracelet, and a minimal diamond locket with diamond studs. With the final touches of makeup, she was about to head out when her phone rang again.

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

Ivy whispered. They reached a set of double doors clad in tarnished silver. Ivy pushed them open. The hinges didn't scream; they let out a long, metallic sigh. The room beyond was a dressing chamber frozen in mid-breath. Dust motes danced in the candlelight like tiny, falling stars. But it was the mirrors that dominated the space—vast, towering sheets of mercury glass that lined every wall. Mercury glass, unlike modern mirrors, had a dark, liquid depth to it, a shimmering instability that made every reflection look like it was underwater.