Hermione Mirror Novels & Stories

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

"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.

“Good! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She smiled sweetly at me and offered me juice. “Mira , you are getting consumed” I whispered. She snugged her shoulder and went back to her seat. A few seconds later, her facial expression changed. Before I could speak. Gerald walked in. “Harry?” He called me with a slight nod and a suspicious look. “Babe?” He looked at Mira who looked like she was being maltreated. There was a lot going on and for the first time, I was glad I found out the truth. She wasn’t anything like the innocent and simple woman I fell for.

I was the one who had asked the monk to give him the doll, and he only bought it because the monk said that the doll was magical. He was a rebel at heart, and I knew how to play into it to get him to do the things I wanted him to do. After all, we had known each other for twenty years. No one knew him better than I did. Still, there were a few things I had to do before I went to find him. I grabbed two pens and tied one of them to a massage gun. The other end, well… I set a timer to turn it off, and then slowly made my way to his dorm.

"This is the official race inspection report issued ten minutes ago. It clearly states there were signs of deliberate damage to the brake line, and that the brake fluid contained a large amount of alcohol. "And this." I pointed at the big screen. The screen suddenly switched to surveillance footage. Although the corner of the garage itself had been a blind spot, Mason had missed one detail. The side mirror of the car parked opposite had clearly reflected him crouching beside my car with the hydraulic cutter in his hand. Looking at himself on the screen, Mason's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor. "No... that's not me... that's fake..." he struggled one last time.

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

From inside the bag, she takes out a round mirror, made of a black stone, which was so polished. - Is that the Mausoleum stone? – Romeo asks. - yes, this is an Obsidian mirror. Romeo shrinks and looks away, not even wanting to look at it. Mary stretches out her hand and Julius takes the mirror. He looks at him from all sides and looks at the witch. - Don't look at it. Stare at him. - What will happen? – Shane asks. - I don't know. It depends on what the mirror wants to show Julius. It could be his past, the past before him, or one of the possible futures.

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.