Hermione Mirror Novels & Stories

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

different from what I’d seen when I tried to escape before. It wasn’t white; it was golden and luxurious, with tables of food… food that looked like it took masters to cook. I quickly looked away, avoiding any temptations. “What I’m about to do is prohibited. Only Alpha Harlan and I are allowed to bring out the mirror,” she said. Her small feet led us into an isolated chamber. “What does the mirror do… bunny?” I raked my hand through her greasy hair. The scent wasn’t appealing at all. It was so different from Olivia’s sweet, scented hair....so sweet, like she kept flowers in it.

Ivy whispered. They reached a set of double doors clad in tarnished silver. Ivy pushed them open. The hinges didn't scream; they let out a long, metallic sigh. The room beyond was a dressing chamber frozen in mid-breath. Dust motes danced in the candlelight like tiny, falling stars. But it was the mirrors that dominated the space—vast, towering sheets of mercury glass that lined every wall. Mercury glass, unlike modern mirrors, had a dark, liquid depth to it, a shimmering instability that made every reflection look like it was underwater.

“I’m Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. In exchange for your true friendship with my beloved Ally, and your huge sacrifice, I can create a short portal so you can see them. They’re together now. Would you like to see them?” I nod enthusiastically. Hecate pulls something out of a bag she has on her hip and waves a hand over it slowly making circles while she chants. And then she hands it to me. It’s a mirror. And then in a second it’s not a mirror anymore. It blurs all green and brown and blue. Then the image clears. It’s Jake. He’s standing inside a circle of our friends and two others I don’t recognize. He’s holding something. Someone, wrapped in white. The white sheet moves and I see it’s

One of the girls said, her eyes gleaming proudly. "So, earth does have magic, after all." Another of the girls said, her eyes inhabiting a far away look. Gilga shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Enough of this, what matters here is that we have finished working on lady Germaine's hair." She lifted an object up for Germaine to see herself. It looked like an aluminum tray. Germaine refrained from telling the girls there was an innovation on earth called a mirror and if you stared at it, it was the same thing as staring at yourself, and not this blurred image of herself she was looking at.

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

I lifted my sword—charged it with her light—and drove it into the runes. The door exploded inward. Inside was… just darkness. No guards. No monsters. Just silence. We stepped in, weapons drawn. The air was heavy with shadows. Magic layered over magic. But in the center of the room… was a single object. A mirror. Old. Framed in bone. Covered in dust. And pulsing with power. “What is that?” Ava whispered. Before I could answer, the surface of the mirror rippled. A face appeared. Zerathos.

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

he repeated. “I will remember your teachings.” Fred leaped to his feet and said, with an impish smile said, “Come with me.” Supporting him by the arm, we descended to his basement store, which had rows of shelves. In storage was his collection of hundreds of artifacts. There were the usual compasses, porcelain, paintings, statues, and rare stones. In the second row, he paused and picked up a mirror. “What is this?” “The Kami Mirror. Or the God's Mirror. It is a mirror encrusted in rare metal.“

He took her hand and led her down the most finest passage she'd ever see in her life. They were beautiful golden designs, all of them lion themed. She saw a life sized painting of a lion fighting a snake. This was the Lioness after all. She came to a room, where all sorts of strange people we're eating breakfast. She gasped in shock. Even more magicians. She looked at a large mirror. She saw herself move in the mirror's reflection, but the real one didn't move. She raised her hand, the reflection did the same. Harver watched her go to the mirror.