Hermione Mirror 소설 & 이야기

I said, wanting her to see exactly what I had seen. I quickly brought my sleeves to the middle of my hand in preparation. My wrists then moved to open the large cloth. We were met with a large mirror that had the same name imprinted on it, “Oragon,” We both gasped at what we had saw. The mirror looked powerful. It was as if it drew us both inside. By the side, was a wooden polished structure, which added to the beauty. “Mum? What do you think we are supposed to do?” I asked.

Just as he was feeling stumped, however, he suddenly heard a voice call out, “You’re not Eldest Young Mistress…!” Upon hearing that, Gerald immediately looked around… But there was no one there. Eventually, his gaze fell upon one of the magic artifacts… It was a bronze mirror. Walking toward the mirror, Gerald then asked, “Are you the one who spoke?” After his question, the mirror began to glow… and shortly after a little girl—who looked to be around eight—with pigtails wearing a floral-patterned jacket appeared! “That’s right!” replied the child. “…Hmm? And here I thought you were a magic artifact… As it turned out, you’re just a mirror made from spirits! How long have you been trapped in t

The gate was open. In the center of the courtyard stood a massive mirror. It was ten feet tall, framed in jagged black obsidian. It shouldn't have been there. It looked like it had grown out of the cobblestones. The surface of the glass wasn't reflecting the courtyard; it was a swirling vortex of violet and grey. "The Mirror of Souls," Hala’s voice drifted from the ranks. She pushed her way forward, her staff trembling. "It’s a Coven relic. Selene has left us a parting gift."

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

Looking at himself in the full body mirror, his reflex looks back at him from top to bottom. "Looking good to bash some heads. But there's something missing to tell that you are the one giving the orders here." The reflex says to Erik and taps the blazer at his hearth height. Erik understands and snaps his fingers. *snap* Instantly, a Hogwarts' shield appears on the blazer. The mirror reflection looks at it and nods in approval. Then points at his hair. 'Gotta' love these enchanted mirrors.' *snap*

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

Firmly pointing at the mirror, she uttered. "But I also tried that….." He defends. "It depends on the type of mirror that you used," she replied. "Really! Oh!......" He bewilderingly gaped at his mother. "This mirror is Amber, my mother's magic mirror, she dubbed it after her name but you can't ratify it without focusing…….." She explained. "And you were able to find her?" Ignoring Ashley's explanations, he strides towards the mirror smiling ear to ear. "Liam!" She cut in before he could touch the reflector.

Enzo spated out in rage, the witch turned to glare at him. “Step back you would distrub the spell,” The witch requested who h i didn’t but Enzo refuse her I had to go ahead and dragged him back. She mumbled some words which put Desmond to sleep, soon as he was asleep she pulled out a Mirror. “What the fuck is that such, what the fuck for you need a mirror for ?” He glowered. “The mirror would help me, see his true self and if their his magic in his system and blood,” she responded while rolling her eyes.

The wolves exchanged uneasy glances, then followed. At the far end, the great mirror—the one that had hung above the council dais for generations—had cracked down the center. Its surface shimmered faintly, catching reflections that didn’t belong. In it, Kaelen’s image wavered and multiplied, shifting in and out of focus. He reached out, fingertips brushing the cold glass. The reflection flinched back—then steadied, staring at him with eyes that glowed faintly silver. Mireya swore under her breath. “Kaelen—”