Gemstone Mirror Novels & Stories

“I’m tired of half-truths.” The temple opened into a chamber untouched by time. At its center, suspended in air above a dais of bone-white crystal, floated the Mirror of Ancestry—a perfect oval of obsidian framed in silver that hummed with breath. It wasn’t reflecting the room. It was showing memories. Someone's sobbing, it was a child made of fire. A blade, dripping with soul-blood. Elara’s hand trembled as she stepped forward. Rhys grabbed her wrist. “Wait... Once you look into it, you can’t unsee what it gives.”

"My granddaughter is alive, and she is more deserving of Nethras than half of you are of your thrones." For a moment, I saw Selena flinch. Just slightly. Just enough to know that Grandmother had drawn blood. "Enough," Lord Valerius's voice cut through the burgeoning argument. He looked at me, his gaze lingering on my wrist where the Moon Seal pulsed. "Bring forth the Mirror of Reflection." --- The First Trial: Reflection Attendants wheeled forth the massive slab of mercury-backed crystal again. It was taller than I was, its surface rippling like the skin of a living thing. The mirror didn't reflect light - it seemed to absorb it, drawing the blue torchlight into its depths like a predator dr

beginning to emerge from his own skin, those hollow black eyes bleeding into his silver ones. "Please!" I shrieked, my fingernails tearing as I yanked the tarp. With a thunderous rip, the canvas fell away. The Great Mirror was revealed. Its surface wasn't glass; it was a pool of liquid silver, swirling with a light that didn't come from the sun. I didn't look at my own reflection. I looked at the reflection of the battle behind me. In the mirror, Julian wasn't fighting a corpse. He was fighting himself.

“Elowene Morau could convince the mist to kneel. A rare gift.” He handed me my own film canister—Seras must’ve dropped it. “Develop your print, Celeste. But know this: every photograph you take with that locket on steals a memory from the valley. And the valley always collects its debt.” He brushed a thumb across the garnet. The locket snapped open for the first time. Inside: a tiny mirror. My reflection stared back—eyes molten silver, mouth smiling like the little girl in Kyoto. But the reflection blinked one second after I did.

At this time, because the small mirror was in the hands of Valdis Goth, Caspian couldn't see the specific appearance of the mirror. However, it must be a treasure since it was taken out from Valdis Goth at this time. Under the gaze of Caspian, Valdis Goth shone toward the eyeball from a distance of about three feet. The mirror emitted a cyan light. In an instant, it turned into a beam of light and shone straight on the eyeball. The next moment, the light from the mirror suddenly refracted. The reflected cyan light formed a light curtain the size of a square table in front of everyone.

Had the elves stolen it? I headed to the door. Devoran had better provide me the answers I needed, including what he did with my gem, or there would be war, and I would be the one to start it. Before I could exit, the sound of tinkling glass made me turn. As I watched, the shattered mirror reassembled until it was whole. I knew if I looked into the mirror again, I wouldn't see myself, but the girl. Snow White. With a growl, I pulled open the door.

I must have heeded their advice because I can’t look back and remember ever taking the dang thing off. As I stare at the necklace in my hand, I swear I see something within it begin to move as the sun above me, makes it look like it is glowing. My eyes focus on the moonstone as it begins to get brighter with every second that I hold it in my hands. I see what I am looking for as it looks like a speckle within it is pulsating like a dainty little heart beating. As I watch the small fragment within the stone pulsate I feel a surge of what I can only explain as a surge of energy rush through me, making my nerve endings feel like they are tingling.

Mr Gaston commented in amusement, giving Davien a nudge in the ribcage. Davien shrugged and crossed his arms, watching as Miranda continued to pose but with a different necklace this time. This one was littered with glowing diamonds and making her cerulean eyes pop. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” he replied nonchalantly, and Mr. Gaston sniggered.

Cost me a pretty penny, but highly worth it. My hair is half up, half down, with loose curls. It's soft and elegant, showing off my face while keeping it out of my face. Also, keep on the emerald necklace Declan got me because it goes perfectly, along with the ring I had custom-made. It's just a gold ring with an emerald, similar to the necklace, but it doubles as a scent blocker. No one will be none the wiser because it's stunning. There's a knock on my door, so I tell whoever it is to come in while I check myself in the full-length mirror to ensure everything is perfect.

He found this rather curious and stopped an old man to ask about it. "Sir, why is everyone here polishing mirrors?" The old man glanced at Wilbur and smiled. "You must be from out of town. This is Gemglass Village, and all our villagers make a living by crafting bronze mirrors. That's what you're seeing right now." "Bronze mirrors?" Wilbur asked, confused. "Is there no other line of work here? How are all these mirrors even getting sold off?"