Hermione Mirror Novels & Stories

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.

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.“

“Stop it. Where are the mirror and the original journal?” “Oh, uh… I left them in my room at the servants’ cottage. Do we need them for this ritual?” “No, but we will need the mirror to keep the portal open long enough for Hugo to get through safely. It’s one thing for a small Fear Monger to slip through without the mirror on this side. It’s another for a man his size.” “Okay, I’ll go get it. Evan, you start casting. I’ll be back with the mirror.” Gemma walked toward the servants’ cottage.

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.

it was strange cos even if it was time for first lecture buh some students will still hang around but everywhere was eerily quiet. "hello" i called but got no reply. while i was still standing around the lights went off and everywhere went dark. scared i immediately brought my phone out and switched on its flash light. i started hearing footsteps heading towards the bathroom. I rushed down there only to find no one "hello anyone around" i shouted only to be answered by the echoes of my voice. "son of Hermes"a feminines voice that sounded like someone who was in a deep slumber sounded "who is there" i said while pointing the flashlight toward the direction of the voice but i saw no one.

The shadows shied away, hissing like burning steam and then came the silence. Serena stood. Mirage shimmered in the centre of the stone circle. A mirror formed. But it didn’t show her. It depicted twelve wolves, standing high on a ridge of black rock, howling into the wind. One of them is standing in the middle — silver-eyed, fire beneath her pelt. Serakha. The mirror cracked. A line down the center. And up came Serena’s reflection. Changed. Eyes like moonlight and hair dusted with silver at the tips. The forest’s voice came back — low, ancient, gentle.

I looked up every so often to see Harry glancing over at me; I knew he was looking at me so I may as well draw and just let him work. The darkness began to creep on me; I didn't know where I was. Looking around, I saw boxes and cobwebs; it looked like it was an attic. I began walking around and came across a mirror that was broken; I stood in front of it and closed my eyes...I felt something there. The hatch to the attic opened, and a girl with a flashlight came in; the girl looked around and then looked directly at me. She turned to leave but then she turned back, "Who are you?" I went to answer but then,

He left, clearing the entrance free for me. I changed myself back into my human form and went to my room, removing all the clothes I had on my body I saw my reflection in the mirror. From being a woman with great powers to a unfortunate lover, the journey wasn't that long. My eyes were swollen, neck was bruised and there were many little scars on my whole body; some were new, some were old. I'd been in many battles, each of them worst from the last one but this time it was the battle of heart, and it was unbeatable because I had to win this battle against myself.

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.