Gemstone Mirror Novels & Stories

Angel sniffed, glancing at the broken plates still littered on the floor. Diam laughed, but it was bitter and brought tears to his eyes. "Mine got broken as well. My happiness. My heart. My dreams. All broken. So, will you ever get back your China?" "Sadly, no." "Same here. I'll never be whole again. Not in this lifetime." Diam only realized he was crying when her little hands came to his face and wiped off the tears. He chuckled, turning away. When his eyes returned to her, she was crying as well. "Hey, don't do that. Please."

Red and furious and small. “This is what you want?” I said to the Game, to the shadow, to the heart mirror. “Fine.” Before anyone could stop me, I hurled the shard at the central glass. It hit dead center. For a heartbeat, nothing. Then the sound came. A scream of feedback, high and grinding, slicing straight through my skull. The massive mirror rippled, the perfect surface buckling like a disturbed pond, our reflections warping into funhouse monstrosities. The floor lurched under my feet.

“Baby would be happy.” “Oh girl, you pout like that and I could never say no.” Ryan spoke almost like mush. Avalon squealed as she lead him to the food court to get some food. Rosalie chuckled happily as she leaned into Asrar some more till her eyes caught something in the store. It was a jewelry story with a beautiful silver crescent moon. A diamond sitting at the bottom. Asrar looked over at what she was looking at with a smile. He walked her over so she could look at it.

he repeated. “I will remember your teachings.” Fred leaped to his feet and said, with an impish smile said, “Come with me.” Supporting him by the arm, we descended to his basement store, which had rows of shelves. In storage was his collection of hundreds of artifacts. There were the usual compasses, porcelain, paintings, statues, and rare stones. In the second row, he paused and picked up a mirror. “What is this?” “The Kami Mirror. Or the God's Mirror. It is a mirror encrusted in rare metal.“

Because for him, it has. “Prepare them,” he says casually. The guards move instantly. Not rushing. Not hesitating. Obedient. A massive object is brought into the chamber. It takes several warriors to carry it—an obsidian mirror framed in jagged stone that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. The surface ripples faintly, as if something beneath it is aware of being used. A communication relic. Old. Unstable. Powerful. It is set upright before Malrik. He steps in front of it, adjusting nothing, waiting for nothing. The mirror responds immediately to his presence, dark energy curling across its surface like smoke trapped behind glass.

I needed a mirror. ​The Resonance Mirror was not a piece of glass in the traditional sense. It was a localized, high-density field of inverted solar gold, suspended between four pillars of resonant copper I had salvaged from the Iron City’s old telegraph lines. In theory, the mirror would not reflect an image, but a frequency. If the Shadow Thread attempted to mimic Winnie’s voice or her light, the mirror would catch the vibration, flip it, and reveal the jagged, discordant reality underneath. It was a trap designed for a liar. It was a mathematical net for a creature that lived in the gaps between truths.

Hanzo , diamond jewel pendant which Albert offered to Draco… where I also saw image of Dragon ‘Terra’ in it for very first time… I pulled out that pendant and gently rubbed its jewel with my thumb and very next second I was able to see Draco image playing in it… “Wooooo……” was only expression that left my mouth as I kept staring at Draco, also at that time I realized that this was a ‘Mirror Jewel’, a mirror jewel is one where one can see what inside your heart, this are very rare and owned by only highly skilled sorceress or warlock or witches… I saw Draco was sitting at some wine shop behind a group of some people in uniform who looked like servants; I don’t know who were they but I saw Dra

His heartbeat pulsed in his ears, every second stretching longer than it should. He leaned in, breath fogging the glass slightly. And there barely visible beneath the silvering of the mirror something glimmered. A small, circular distortion, right over his shoulder. It wasn’t dirt. It wasn’t a crack. It was a lens. Noa’s gasp filled the silence. “There’s another one” Before he could finish, Alessio’s fist went straight through the glass. The mirror shattered instantly, a loud, violent sound that sliced through the stillness. Shards rained to the floor like glittering rain, sharp edges catching the dim light.

“There’s no more waiting.” Tristan gripped his knife tighter. “Then I’m right behind you.” Together, they stepped through. --- What lay beyond the gate wasn’t a ruin. It was a wound. A hollow basin carved into the mountain like something had clawed it out from beneath the world. The rocks were scorched in a perfect circle. In the center—a monolith. No temple. No tomb. Just a single slab of black mirror, upright, humming faintly. The Mirror of Return. Yvette approached slowly.

The air grew colder, the Hollow tightening with anticipation. Autumn’s reflection—a perfect echo, yet wrong at the edges. Its outline shimmered, sometimes taller, sometimes impossibly thin. Its eyes were too bright, its mouth too still, its presence sharp as broken glass. But wrong. Its eyes were too bright. Its mouth too still. The Mirror Crown floated, but its shards dripped with something dark—like blood pulled from time. The droplets hissed when they struck the ground, dissolving into black mist that curled around the reflection’s feet.