Gemstone Mirror Novels & Stories

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.

He squeezed, snapping the silver dagger in two, then shoved her away and picked up the moonstone pendant again. "We'll find out what really happened in the Rogue Lands, won't we, Luna? All your little secrets... we just have to keep listening." Lilith was speechless, her face a mask of horror. Kaelan closed his eyes and poured all his remaining Alpha power into the cracked pendant. The silver light flared again, and the moonstone miraculously reassembled. Soon, everyone would hear the agonizing memories of my final days. "Little moonbeam… I'm still alive… though I don't know for how much longer…

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 simply said and hurriedly walked into room that was provided to me and Jasmine to sleep in… I made my way straight to our trunk and pulled out pendant that was given my Mr. Hanzo, it was a ‘Mirror Jewel’, yesterday when Albert and I were wandering all around town and castle… on our way Albert mentioned me this information… he told me his master Mr. Hanzo used to use this mirror jewel to keep watch on his prey who were peoples from royals castle and all dukes from towns… I brought that diamond pendant jewel with me outside and showed it Tara after rubbing my thumb on its Diamond….

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.

Suddenly, he saw that in front of him, the peddler was selling the bronze mirror on the stall. At this time, one side was aimed straight at him. "Sir, the white jade bronze mirror is clear and transparent. Come and buy it." The peddler shouted enthusiastically. However, when he saw Samuel looking at his stall, he was obviously shocked. At this time, through the mirror, Samuel also saw an incredible scene!

From inside the bag, she takes out a round mirror, made of a black stone, which was so polished. - Is that the Mausoleum stone? – Romeo asks. - yes, this is an Obsidian mirror. Romeo shrinks and looks away, not even wanting to look at it. Mary stretches out her hand and Julius takes the mirror. He looks at him from all sides and looks at the witch. - Don't look at it. Stare at him. - What will happen? – Shane asks. - I don't know. It depends on what the mirror wants to show Julius. It could be his past, the past before him, or one of the possible futures.