Hermione Mirror の小説・ストーリー

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

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

She didn’t know if it’s illusion or she’s just seeing things, but it almost looked like it’s forming an inverted cube that was chained simultaneously. So much for glasses. They’re pretty useless in Hera’s eyes since her reflection was distorted in there. But one thing’s for sure. Whoever owned this room was fortunate enough to be born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Hera found the mirror, a small, oblong one, standing beside the umbrella-shaped lamp. They were both placed on a luxurious bedside table with its corners punctured by three-layer cabinets, descending in a manner quite the same to a stair but more elegant-looking.

“Come. I saved the best for last—The Mirror of Ecstasies. It shows you the one thing you crave more than anything else... then makes you live it.” The door opened with a low groan that sounded more like a moan. The chamber beyond was dim, illuminated only by a floating mirror suspended in mid-air—seven feet tall and framed in living vines that pulsed with veins of red and violet light. It was warm, humid. The air smelled of jasmine and sweat. Emma stepped in, hesitant. The mirror shimmered, the surface not glass but liquid shadow, swirling with whispers. “The Mirror of Ecstasies,” Terra purred beside her, her voice like honey poured over steel. “This isn’t some toy, Emma. It doesn't lie. It

She looked at me, shocked. “How did you know?” “She’s a Mirror worker,” I stated. “They are rare and powerful. There was no way a child of a half witch and half sorceress could be a mirror worker without there being some pretty powerful sorcerer juice in the mix.” She looked impressed that I even knew that “Mr Hagen” she said seductively “Have you been doing your homework?” and I chuckled. “Hey I can read,” I said, mock offended, and she kissed me again.

“I’m waiting for her answer.” ⸻ Below, Miriam led Amelia toward a narrow alcove hidden behind the twelfth pillar. Inside stood a large mirror framed in polished cedar. Unlike an ordinary mirror, its surface shimmered gently like calm water. “What is this?” Amelia asked. “The Mirror of Keepers.” “It doesn’t show your face.” “It shows your choice.” Amelia hesitated. “I don’t understand.” “You will.” Miriam stepped aside. “Look.” Amelia slowly approached the mirror. At first she saw only her own reflection.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

Eva POV I was shunned by my own thoughts but I am not weak. I looked in the mirror with my lips quivering and my eyes teary. I bit my lower lip to control my scream but my soul almost ripped apart. I kept both my hands on the table unable to stand up with my shivering legs. It felt as if the ground beneath my legs will make me crawl back to the man who is just using me. "I will make you taste your own medicine", I said determined looking in the mirror.