Glitter Mirror Novels & Stories

*** Her make-up was finished well after seven o'clock in the evening. Miranda smirked at herself in the mirror and spun around. She was dressed exquisitely for the occasion, with silver and blue sequins adorning her gown. It's the gleaming silver sequins that reflect in the mirror, giving them the appearance of a brilliant diamond. She couldn't help but run her fingers around the off-shoulder, v-neck gown since it felt so luxurious. She was clearly taken aback when she first saw herself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was her. She had no idea that a lovely gown and a good deal of melancholy could alter her to such an extent. She had the appearance of a princess.

Emma stood frozen before the full-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her with apprehensive eyes. She twisted the glittering diamond adorning her slender finger, watching the facets catch the soft light and cast brilliant refractions across the room. This ring, a dazzling symbol of promise and forever, should have filled her with elation. Yet turmoil swirled like a tempest within her.

"Hmph, I knew something was off earlier. It seems your true essence is fused with this mirror." Wilbur's eyes widened at the sight of the mirror. Regardless of the situation, the mirror's ability to create a world with a time flow a thousand times faster than the outside was a priceless treasure. Wilbur exclaimed, "Hey, no, don't!" Boom! But it was too late. Before Wilbur could finish speaking, the bronze mirror exploded in the dimensional guardian's hand, instantly turning to dust.

Horrified. At the memory of what happened, more tears fell. "Mirror, mirror, made of glass, show me Snow, do as I ask." All of Sharra's mirrors were enchanted, making it easy for me to find Snow or anyone, if necessary, though I wouldn't break a student's trust. It had to be life or death. But with Snow, we had a bond. As the spell began to work, my reflection wavered back and forth until it vanished. In its place was a darkened room. I could hear kissing noises.

“Search for 5 kilometers round. Now.” A small magic circle glowed golden on top of the mirror. The surface then wrinkled and turned a milky color. When the color settled, the mirror showed an image of a big nose. “Someone is in possession of it.” said Dorin. “Can you blow it up?” asked Seb, his voice dead serious. “What if someone just innocently picked it up?” Dorin asked surprised at his friend’s request. “It might be a kid, or a janitor, or something...”

he called out, his voice echoing. Silence. Emma clung to his side, her eyes darting nervously around the room. “What is this place?” Elliot didn’t answer. His eyes were drawn to the center of the room, where something glinted in the light—a small, ornate mirror resting on the floor. Its frame was intricately carved, the silver tarnished with age. “What is that doing here?” Emma asked, her voice hushed. Elliot stepped closer, his flashlight beam catching his own reflection. His face stared back at him, pale and drawn, but something about the image was off. The longer he looked, the more distorted it became, as though the mirror itself was shifting.

' I exclaimed silently. I quickly picked up the customized face mirror. The handle was made out of gold, and the oval-shaped mirror itself was showered with glittering gems! I almost fainted because it almost fell in the carpet. If it was broken, I don't know if I can pay for it even if I sell myself to a devil. This mirror is such bling-bling. So sparkly and expensively looking! I immediately put the mirror on my face to look at it. My eyes widen when I finally saw the girl in the mirror. I was shocked to say something when a pair of red-violet orbs stared right through me!

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

The lights flicked back on, momentarily stunning me with their brightness. I swept my eyes to Orion’s, expecting him to continue when something across the room captured my attention. There were mirrors along the walls. Hundreds of them, all wrapped in golden frames that caught the brunt of the twinkling light. Each one was the same size and shape—similar to that of a door. I suppose I should’ve been surprised when one started shimmering, the glass rippling as though it were water disturbed by an errant stone. With a snarl, Orion pushed me behind him. I peered around him, through the plumes of flame that engulfed his body, in time to see two forms emerged from a single mirror.

"If he’s cheating on me, I’ll have her head. I’ll kill them both." "Maria, wait," I said, but she wasn't listening. She was already limping toward the house, her emerald gown torn by the bushes. I looked down at the floor of the gazebo and saw something glinting in the moonlight. I picked it up. It was a small, silver pendant—a mirror-shaped charm. It was exactly like the one Diana wore. My heart dropped. The "Mirror of Malice" wasn't just a name for my marriage. It was a web, and we were all caught in it.