Glitter Mirror Novels & Stories

I jumped back from the mirror, what the hell was that? Slowly I move back to the mirror, holding the small sink I lean in, my nose almost touching the mirror. It happens again but this time i dont move, I stare at the silver swirls that are definitely there. ‘Of course they are there, I told you. I am part of you’ I can't drag myself away from the mirror, Is this real? I mean I am standing looking at myself, and there is definitely some weird glowing silver shit happening with my eyes. There is a strange wave of warmth that runs through my body. I feel strange.

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

“Come. I saved the best for last—The Mirror of Ecstasies. It shows you the one thing you crave more than anything else... then makes you live it.” The door opened with a low groan that sounded more like a moan. The chamber beyond was dim, illuminated only by a floating mirror suspended in mid-air—seven feet tall and framed in living vines that pulsed with veins of red and violet light. It was warm, humid. The air smelled of jasmine and sweat. Emma stepped in, hesitant. The mirror shimmered, the surface not glass but liquid shadow, swirling with whispers. “The Mirror of Ecstasies,” Terra purred beside her, her voice like honey poured over steel. “This isn’t some toy, Emma. It doesn't lie. It

Nothing that would help me feel human. Because I wasn’t expected to get ready. Just be ready. The thought sent a chill down my spine. Ready for what? And when? I glanced at the mirror across the room — the long one directly facing the bed. Framed in ornate silver that caught and reflected the lamplight in strange ways. Tall enough to show my whole body, wide enough that there was no hiding from it. The collar gleamed faintly against my neck, the diamonds catching light like tiny stars.

It was old, the frame tarnished silver worked into a pattern of vines, the glass itself dark, like looking into a pool of standing water rather than a mirror. My reflection didn’t show up in it the way it should have. I turned it over in my hands, then carried it over to where Melissa was sleeping. “Melissa.” I touched her shoulder. “Wake up. I think I found something.” Her eyes opened, blinking blearily, and then sharpened the second they landed on the mirror in my hands. She sat up straighter.

I returned to my room that night and stood in front of the mirror. I used to admire that mirror. It was imported from France and gifted during the simple Luna ceremony. Gilded edges, flawless glass, just like I used to pretend I was. But now, even it looked like it judged me. I touched my reflection—cold fingertips meeting colder eyes. My smile held, but just barely.

Inside, the tower was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, each filled with ancient artifacts and arcane symbols. In one chamber, we found a large, ornate mirror framed in gold. Its surface shimmered with a strange, otherworldly light. As we approached, the mirror began to show visions—snapshots of possible futures, some dark and ominous, others filled with hope and triumph. We realized that the mirror was showing us potential outcomes of our quest, depending on the choices we made and the paths we took. It was both a guide and a test, forcing us to confront the consequences of our actions.

She she's all sorts of human artifacts like rings, jewelries, hats, swords, books and skulls. She gazes in admiration as she gets attracted by shiny items coming straight at her direction. She flies over to the shiny item to discover a tall diamond mirror made with solid gold with rubies impending all over it. Out of curiosity she touches the frame slowly as it feels weird on her tiny hands. She then flies in front of the mirror and she sees someone who looks exactly like her. She walked forward and backwards stretching her hands, legs and face. She plays and makes funny faces. She stares at the mirror for a minute and says,

"You're gender neutral. That's not the reason I summoned you. It's not even vaguely related." The mirror sighed, "Let me guess. It's about Snow being the fairest maiden in all the land." "It's about your slight malfunction the last time," I said through gritted teeth. "I need another reading. You were probably off because I hadn't used you in a long time." "You make it sound like I'm a broken watch. I'm never off." I waved it away even though I knew it was true. The mirror was never off. It was created to be perfectly accurate but there was no other logical explanation as to why it had said Snow was the fairest maiden. No fucking explanation! There had to have been a glitch somewhere.

"I'll send you through the mirror, to those who I think can help you best to answer the witch's riddle.... But, if you answer wrong, cara puellashe'll put your head on a wooden stake." Indra stares into the mirror in front of her. She can see her two best friends lovingly embracing each other deep in the mirror’s reflection. She is so happy to see them again that she does not think twice and steps over the frame and straight through the ripple in the glass. The mirror arcs from her eager movement -before it illuminates brightly and shatters into thousands of small pieces.