Glitter Mirror Novels & Stories

Almost as if its bearings were too much for it to hold. The thin mirror was elongated in shape. Rectangular, with tarnished gold rims that emphasized its edges with a vintage appeal. Nonetheless, it looked akin to any other mirror. At least that's what I've been told. Normal, they say? What a good job I've done then, I thought with some reverence. A few years back I infused concealing magic into the mirror so it performs as a walk-in cell. Years of work and nights went without sleep. All for control. The power I will hold in just a few years’ time sends shivers down my back. The hunger rears its head. And it knows what is waiting for him.

“Now I can scrutinize myself freely” Mane remarked as he stood within the walls of the relatively large bathroom. There was a bucket of water right next to him, and a large rectangular crystal called a Reflection Crystal bound to the wall that served a similar function to a mirror. Although the image that appeared in the crystal wasn’t as clear as a mirror image, it was pretty good and would serve the purpose for which Mane wanted it to.

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.

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

“The Kami Mirror. Or the God's Mirror. It is a mirror encrusted in rare metal.“ “It was made from ancient stone believed to be a fallen asteroid.” “Material that is thousands of years old and exposed to the elements of nature. This endowed the stone with deep ‘yang’ energy.” “It will be useful,” I said. “Besides being a repellant, it also has the ability to hold the spirit in space and control its movement.” “That will be useful. I will take it.” I snapped up the mirror, which was octagon-shaped and sat in my palm nicely. The mirror was nicely convex and the surface pristine. There was a rim of blue that could be viewed from a certain angle.

*** 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.