Glitter Mirror Novels & Stories

The chairs and wardrobe pushed aside to accommodate its thick gilded frame; a large mirror had been propped against the bedroom wall. Ancient symbols scrawled over its reflective surface, it hummed with the lines of a spell that was being spoken in a long dead tongue. The glass beginning to reverberate from the collective force of the enchantment, it shuddered violently in the confines of its wooden support for some time. A faint ringing eventually heard emerging from the mirror. It was abruptly followed by the harsh pang of cracks forming across its surface.

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

Athina spat in an accusatory tone and Maria laughed at how much athina loved to tease her about her obsession with bows. "At least it isn't pink though so you have to admit it has significantly reduced over the years" Maria quipped, still admiring the mirror. "Actually it has lights installed so when you plug it in, the lights come on and the lights are pink" An employee piped in coming to stand close to Maria and athina having overheard their conversation. She was beaming with a smile as she bent to plug the wire into a nearby socket. True to what she said, the mirror came to life, the once silver rim now changing changing a vibrant pink. Maria stepped back a few feet, trying her best not t

I did a good job, too, because it lay hidden there until my sophomore year when one phone call stripped those masks away, laying bare the Truth so I could see myself for what I was. *** As maybe you can imagine I avoid mirrors as much as possible. Can’t be managed all the time, obviously. I do have to shave, comb my hair and brush my teeth occasionally. There’s also the rear-view mirror in my cab, too. That’s somehow the worst. It focuses on my eyes. Everyone’s heard it by now. It’s used in countless stories, poems and movies when someone wants to sound insightful. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Cliché, but remarkably apt. I hate looking into my eyes. They’re dead and flat, which spooks m

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

And then, as if summoned by some unseen force, a mirror appeared before me, its surface bouncing off the sliverey light from the moon. I hesitated, my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes, a distorted image of the person I once was. With trembling hands, I reached out, touching the glass, feeling its cool surface beneath my fingertips. And then, in an instant, the mirror shattered, fragments of glass scattering like diamonds in the moonlight as they fell to the forest floor. “Fuck!.” I said loudly, but my words only came out bad a whisper. In the shattered remains of the mirror, in each small piece, I saw a reflection unlike any I had ever known. A glowing white wolf, larger than l

Rori stepped toward it tentatively and as the door popped open, two small flits floated free. Their beckoning whispers were too sweet for Rori to ignore, and the slight balls of natural fire led her back into the room they had emerged from. As the curious brunette strolled over the threshold, the door slammed shut behind her, Rori jumped, but as the flits crowded close to one another to become one larger orb their luminescent glow lit up enough of the chamber that Rori could look around. Most of the room's contents read to be covered by long white sheets and as the large flit moved toward a large vertically rectangle shape, the sheet seemed to fall down on its own to reveal a massive mirror.

The wolves exchanged uneasy glances, then followed. At the far end, the great mirror—the one that had hung above the council dais for generations—had cracked down the center. Its surface shimmered faintly, catching reflections that didn’t belong. In it, Kaelen’s image wavered and multiplied, shifting in and out of focus. He reached out, fingertips brushing the cold glass. The reflection flinched back—then steadied, staring at him with eyes that glowed faintly silver. Mireya swore under her breath. “Kaelen—”

These mirrors seemed like magic, highlighting every curve and edge. I was a goddess. I noticed Rune staring and regained composure. The gilded frames of these mirrors seemed to dance across the walls, casting a kaleidoscope of reflections that multiply and magnify the beauty of the hall. Each step revealed a new treasure: a delicate vase, a rare sculpture, or a forgotten relic, each one a testament to the owner's impeccable taste and dedication to the arts. The chandelier, a dazzling showstopper, hung like a celestial body, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the walls and floor.

I didn't bother to answer her at patuloy na hinanap ang hinahanap. My hand went busy clutching and pulling every drawer that my eyes laid on, trying to find a single mirror. Nang binuksan ko ang pinaka-dulo nito ay nakita ko na rin ang aking hinahanap. ‘Found it!’ I exclaimed silently. Mabilis kong kinuha ang customize face mirror. The handle was made out of gold, the oval-shaped mirror itself was showered with glittering gems! I almost fainted ng muntik pa itong mahulog.