Hermione Mirror Novels & Stories

Orion Immediately returning to my study, I found myself once again lost deep within thought. Azrael’s earlier words circled my head in an endless dance, but this time they weren’t alone. Ismene’s were there as well, a warning I hadn’t bothered to take seriously until now. “She will come bearing a gift. A shard of the soul mirror, tainted with Mirari’s blood. This is the girl you have been looking for.”

“Aunt Sue had told me about the curse. Since I appeared in this room, cabin, box whatever after we made love, I assumed that you must be the witch of Artemia.” A wicked smile crept up Serena’s lips and she chirped, “ Since you guessed it right, I will reward you…” She raised her palm and chanted a spell. With a tiny flash of light, a mirror appeared on her palm. Handing it to Sienna, she said, “This will let you see everything I want you to see live… much like those live TV shows you humans have…” A sigh escaped Sienna’s lips as she saw Alaric. He was standing in an ornately decorated hall with a large throne.

“Yeah? Then why’s the mirror pulsing like that?” The mirror. Had it reacted to her leaving? Maren crouched low, slipping into a shadowed crevice on the left. The hallway opened up ahead into a chamber, and three of the guys were gathered around what looked like a floating orb. One had spiky silver hair, another had bark-like skin, and the third — the one who’d smirked at her earlier — stood with his arms crossed, watching the orb like it was an annoying riddle. “It’s linked to her,” Silver Hair muttered. “The mirror reacts when she does something extreme.”

At its center stood a massive mirror—tall, cracked, and rimmed with runes that shimmered faintly under the torchlight. Aria stopped, her breath catching. “This is it,” she whispered. “The Mirror of Selene.” Kael came to her side, his eyes scanning the strange patterns. “The Seer said this place was meant to show truth, not reflection.” Aria nodded slowly, her pulse racing. The air was thick with old power—familiar and yet foreign. She could feel it crawling beneath her skin, tugging at her soul. “Truth is the most dangerous magic of all.”

, Adolpha said, looking at her, she felt something, was being hidden by Hadassah, she didn’t know why, “I overheard her talking about a mirror that gives demon powers to wolves, a demonic mirror, capable of transporting a person, or anything he wanted to transport through the mirror.” “Is that all?”, Adolpha asked, looking at Hadassah, as she felt her second in command, was still withholding some important information, “It can be used to multiply the powers of any individual or group of person, or army.”, she said. And the words sank in. Kera Asgorn, would multiply his army and his powers with this mystical mirror, which could transport him to anywhere he wanted, which would make him unstop

Hanzo , diamond jewel pendant which Albert offered to Draco… where I also saw image of Dragon ‘Terra’ in it for very first time… I pulled out that pendant and gently rubbed its jewel with my thumb and very next second I was able to see Draco image playing in it… “Wooooo……” was only expression that left my mouth as I kept staring at Draco, also at that time I realized that this was a ‘Mirror Jewel’, a mirror jewel is one where one can see what inside your heart, this are very rare and owned by only highly skilled sorceress or warlock or witches… I saw Draco was sitting at some wine shop behind a group of some people in uniform who looked like servants; I don’t know who were they but I saw Dra

In the quietude of his room, with the soft hum of the night outside, Asher lay there, his tired body seeking reprieve, while his restless mind continued to navigate the labyrinth of emotions that Ezra's presence had stirred within him. On the other side of the night, in the quiet solitude of her room, Ezra sat in front of her mirror, eyes fixed on her reflection. Droplets of water trickled down from her long hair, evidence of the refreshing shower she had just taken. As she stared into her own eyes, a flood of memories from the reunion surged through her.

HERA Soon, the healer was back and she had news. Atticus and I were on the bed, cuddled up as she stepped closer, setting the books on the small table beside the bed. “I’ve spent hours researching mirror curses, trying to find anything that might help your condition, Luna,” she said, addressing me. “And there is one potential cure.” She announced. My heart skipped in anticipation and hope. “What is it?” I asked, my voice strained. The healer hesitated, as though carefully choosing her words.

Adrian's expression fell. "What are you looking at? I barely escaped with my life from that place. Don't feel bad for my sorry state. Those souls didn't fare any better." Thalia glared at Adrian and the others, taking out a pitch-black bronze mirror from its bosom. Besides a deep and non-reflective surface, the mirror was also carved with dark dragon patterns. "This mirror can reflect dragon souls. Although she’s still transforming, she can use this to leave the magma pool," Thalia explained.

From where she was the city looked really tiny, she couldn't believe things had developed this fast within how many years of her absence, after taking the wonderful view into consideration she finally decided it was time for her to proceed with her job, if she really wanted to get her desire. Ernaline immediately pulled the bag down to the floor pulling out a small mirror from inside and placing it in the middle of the room, she sat in front of it with her bag by the side after saying aloud some spells, she took out a powdered substance from her pocket and poured it into the mirror before putting a strand of her hair, “Find me the one” she said , muttering another spell… the powdered particl