Hermione Mirror Novels & Stories

Dried remnants of old herbs still clung to the surface. Lyra stood still. A wave of dizziness struck her as her eyes landed on the wooden table. Flickering images surged up: she saw herself as a young woman, carefully grinding herbs on that table. Nearby stood a tall, quiet man helping her stoke the fire and measure ingredients with practiced hands.

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

I just hope whoever he is, he is ready for the most unimaginable curses that are about to befall him for meddling into affairs that aren't his to interfere. I stared at the shards scattered on the floor then at the broken mirror by the vanity. It wasn't no ordinary mirror. I could see my purple eyes starting to change with slight significance that can only be obvious when in extreme close contact with anyone. Fuck! I need my damn potions right now and goddess help me I lay my hands on whosoever did this!

Inside it, I had added a location potion, a tiny piece of Mira’s dress stolen from the room where she had been held captive in Eradrakor, and a few precious mermaid tears. I took a dagger and sliced my palm, letting a few drops of blood fall into the bowl, then smiled, heart pounding with anticipation. “Time to get to the bottom of this,” I muttered, placing my palms on the crystal ball. Soon, it would reveal the face of the one I searched for. I closed my eyes and chanted, “Cum omni necessitate potestateque Hecates, appareas ille, potens et antiquus, quem voco.” Warmth seeped under my palms. I repeated the spell louder, “Cum omni necessitate potestateque Hecates, appareas ille, potens et an

I knew the place well—there was a window on the side, half-covered in ivy, slightly cracked from years of neglect. I crouched beneath it, heart pounding and breath shallow. Inside, the woman was speaking. Her voice was lower now—harder, stripped of its weird honeyed tone she used on me earlier. “She’s getting closer,” she said. “She found something. It’s not time yet, but we may need to adjust.” There was a pause. Then the faint shimmer of magic. That was when I realized what it was. She was making use of a communication mirror. It was a witch artifact that was banned here in our land.

She whispered to herself, “The Reflection Game must remain hidden... at all costs.” --- Behind the Scenes Meanwhile, in the Crescent, Headmistress Selene sat in her dimly lit office, a smirk playing on her lips as she examined an enchanted mirror. “The Sanctum thinks they can protect their secrets,” she murmured, tracing the mirror’s edge. “But secrets have a way of unraveling, especially when the game has already begun.” *********************

THE MIRROR IS A GATE The Luna’s Warning Fresh Meadows Royal Wing—Luna’s Chambers Blythe (in a hushed voice, gripping Ceres’s wrist): “Whatever that prince gave you… keep it close, but don’t let it bite too deep. And Ceres… the mirror in your chamber. It doesn’t just reflect. It remembers.” Ceres (narrowing her eyes): “What are you talking about? You warned me about Prince Aldren; now it’s the furniture too?”

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

I know that I am not supposed to let her talk to me like that, but Mira's life is in her hands. If her talking to me like that means that she can help her, then I will take it. I moved outside quickly and waited for her to be through. Eventually, she came outside. "You can come in now; she is feeling better; she will be awake soon." I followed her, like a dumb wolf inside. She was so fragile lying there. Her face was pale, and her lips were purple. "It is the effect of the potion I gave her." "It should be wearing off soon, she said to me, as if she could read my mind.

“No. To whom? And how?” “I have my ways. May I?” “I won’t bother you.” And she stepped aside. Nobles. I had already taken notice of a mirror on the table. It was small, but clearly a proper one, from the old times. Such mirrors were cast using ash, making them susceptible to a necromancer’s will. They could show whatever the necromancer wanted and obeyed their commands. But that was long ago. Over the last century, such craftsmen had become extinct, even if Rene had told me a bit about them.