Hermione Mirror Novels & Stories

~ Lucien ~ I never let my guard down. Never. But unfortunately, I did not expect Ira to pull off a stunt like earlier. It was unfortunate I didn’t see the mirror behind them. Guess I was too attentive to Nicolette’s wellbeing. But hell, Ira actually had a twin mirror, like the one safely secured in my second penthouse suite. It damn had the same swirling Zaxonian silver in it, had the same magical properties I recognized as from an Arryahn’s. It even had the same carved frame, which should have sent warning signals in my brain.

Prince Evan said. I gasped. Mirror of the past is one of the legendary possessions of the seven first queen witches. In the books I have read, it holds the power to make someone see any events that happened in the past. But how did they find it within that small span of time? The king was silenced. "Yes, Father. We would know what really happened through the mirror," Demitri said as he advanced, voice very calm as if he is very sure of what will everyone see in the mirror.

"This mansion knows you, maybe for you to know yourself you should understand this place. A cradle tells many stories." Artemísia got up and went to the big mirror in the room. The reflection showed another woman, a beautiful woman with pale brown skin, bright, vivid eyes and cloud-white hair. She turned her face to talk to Helga and thank her, but the clock was already singing the nine strokes and the woman disappeared.

The Moonstone pulsed once—then split into two fragments, still connected by the thinnest strand of glowing energy. And Aria’s eyes flew open, pupils dilated wide, breath ragged. “I saw it,” she whispered. “I saw the mirror again.” Kael knelt beside her. “What mirror?” “A mirror made of memory. It’s fractured—but each shard holds a part of me. A life. A choice. And in the center… something darker.” Kael’s voice was calm, steady. “Did it show you anything new?” She turned toward him, face pale but resolute. “Yes. It showed me her.”

A faint chuckle escaped him, but it quickly turned to a wince. Mira’s panic surged. “Okay, no. I’m not watching you die from magical proximity issues.” She stood abruptly. “There has to be another way.” The air around her shimmered again—the same pale light as before—and she realized: the mirror shards. They were glowing, vibrating. Each shard reflected her—but not just her. Seraphina too. Mira’s breath quickened. “If the curse connects through reflection…” She grabbed one of the shards. “Then maybe it can reflect me back.”

"Brenda, you have disappointed me yet again. Apologize to Lilian at once and let her save them!" I let out a cold laugh. "Do yourself a favor and look properly at who's actually committing the slaughter." I took out a clear crystal from my medical kit. This was a Moonstone. It was a crystal that had the most sensitivity to anything that could be considered a catalyst for toxins. "Since you say this is an antidote..." I said as I lifted the Moonstone and tossed it into the small bottle of medicine in Lilian's hand. Lilian's face went instantly pale as she cried, "Don't touch my antidote! It's a gift from the Goddess..."

Elmund led her into the main chamber, toward the ornate mirror hanging on the far wall, the same one Nolan had shown her before, the one connected to his mother’s spirit through whatever magic she had woven into its frame. He reached up and pressed against a specific point along the carved edge of the frame, and to Gianna’s astonishment, the mirror swung outward on a hinge she hadn’t even noticed before, revealing a hidden space carved into the wall behind it. A safe, concealed so cleverly that she understood immediately why her earlier search of this very room had turned up nothing. Inside, arranged carefully on small shelves, sat a collection of vials and bottles, each one different from t

As they reached the final chamber, Ayla stopped. At its center stood a single mirror—taller than a man, its frame carved from moonstone. The surface rippled faintly, as if it were breathing. Her heart pounded. “This is it.” Kian stepped closer, his hand on his sword. “Careful. The Mirror doesn’t just show. It binds.” Ayla ignored him. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The surface rippled beneath her fingertips, cool and alive. For a heartbeat, she saw only her reflection. Then, slowly, another image formed—her face, but different. Darker eyes. A crescent mark glowing on her brow.

"But he didn't know about the secret pocket in her traveling trunk. I was her closest friend, Lyra. I took this the night she died, knowing that one day, you would be strong enough to hold it." Hestia placed the bundle on the table and carefully unwrapped the velvet. Inside was a hand mirror made of dark, polished wood. The glass wasn't normal; it looked like a pool of deep, still water. On the back, carved into the wood, was a symbol Lyra recognized from the "Laboratory of Horrors" in her dreams: a circle with a line through it, but here it was surrounded by blooming flowers. "It’s a Memory Glass," Hestia explained. "It doesn't show your face. It shows the truth of the blood."

Someday, Gideon may need to teach both Rafe and any children Rosie and I have, how to be witches while I teach them how to be wolves, because if they are anything like my Rosie, they will be powerfully double-blessed. I move aside some clothing and a few books and find at the very bottom of the trunk the source of all the ringing. Wrapped in silk, and wrapped in a strong leather case is a silver mirror. It is a beautiful piece of art. The frame is shaped to look like a forest of trees, their branches creating a lace filigree of their branches, which blossom with large dogwood flowers that almost seem to grow and change before my eyes.