Hermione Mirror Novels & Stories

This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why. “Yes, curious things, amulets.” He nods, then steps back toward his desk. “I will have to consult my books. Perhaps take them back to the castle to clean themselves up. It may be a while.” There was another man up there, younger perhaps, with much darker hair and pointed ears. He didn’t speak, just looked directly at me. It was an odd feeling, I felt like I’ve seen his eyes before, but I had to be mistaken. The knights look at me and point back to where we had just come from.

“You want me to what? merge with her mind?” “Not merge. Anchor. Remind her what she chose to become.” Altheya added quickly, “We’ll need the Moonmirror. The one in the old chamber below the throne. It can reflect soul memory.” Theron stood. “Then let’s get it.” In the ritual chamber below the keep, they formed the circle. Aria lay unconscious in the center, glowing with unstable light. Liora stood beside her, hands trembling. “If I fail…” “You won’t,” Sera said. “Because you’re the only thing that’s ever been real to her.”

“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.

Prince Evan said. I gasped. Mirror of the past is one of the legendary possessions of the seven first queen witches. In the books I have read, it holds the power to make someone see any events that happened in the past. But how did they find it within that small span of time? The king was silenced. "Yes, Father. We would know what really happened through the mirror," Demitri said as he advanced, voice very calm as if he is very sure of what will everyone see in the mirror.

Seraphina pointed, “is the next one. The Mirror of Veils.” “It’s located beneath the catacombs of Prague,” Malthea added, “hidden behind centuries of protective spells. The cult has been trying to access it for months, but the old coven’s protections have held… until now.” Cassian spoke quietly, his golden eyes distant. “She’s sending something worse this time. The mirror doesn’t only reflect — it traps.” Bain’s voice was steady. “Then we move before she does.” II. Departure and Warnings As they prepared to leave, Petrov, Sokolov, and Vulture pulled Bain aside.

, so that his master could participate from inside—the corpulent Necromancer never stood when he could remain seated. Tonight, everything he needed to do could be done from inside the carriage. He pulled open the top of a sturdy wooden chest that rested on the carriage floor. Reaching inside, he withdrew a round, gold-framed mirror about twelve inches across. The mirror’s smooth surface was fashioned of the same black material as the magical table back in the castle. It served as a smaller version of the table, far less powerful, but useful nonetheless. Holding his palm over the black surface, he started to chant in a low voice. A dozen floating eyes began to appear inside the mirror, growin

To Alaric, Caleb wasn't a hero, he was a reminder of the mistakes that led to the Thorne downfall. ​Suddenly, the lead vault sitting on the table in the center of the room began to hum. ​The silver mercury that had leaked from its seams didn't dry. It began to rise from the floor, defying gravity, swirling into a perfect, vertical circle. It formed a Silver Mirror, the surface rippling like a pond in a storm. ​“Don’t touch it!” Ryker shouted, moving to put himself between Elara and the mirror. ​But the mirror didn't attack. It began to show images nof the war, but of the past.

I love watching Morwen kneel in the rain, begging a Queen who doesn’t care. I’m not doing this for power. I’m doing it for fun. For every night she let the Hollow feed on me. For every lie she wrapped in kindness. For every student she used as a pawn. Tonight,I will do more harm. I duplicated the Mirror of Truth,the artifact that shows your soul’s weight. I place it in the Grand Courtyard at midnight. By morning, every student will see it. And Morwen will look into it… and see only emptiness. Because you can’t reflect light when you’ve spent your life in shadow.

From inside the bag, she takes out a round mirror, made of a black stone, which was so polished. - Is that the Mausoleum stone? – Romeo asks. - yes, this is an Obsidian mirror. Romeo shrinks and looks away, not even wanting to look at it. Mary stretches out her hand and Julius takes the mirror. He looks at him from all sides and looks at the witch. - Don't look at it. Stare at him. - What will happen? – Shane asks. - I don't know. It depends on what the mirror wants to show Julius. It could be his past, the past before him, or one of the possible futures.

“M-Magic mirror?” “Yes, a gift from the Seer,” he continued. “It is a powerful mirror which was created by the great human, Merlin, himself. I don’t know how the Seer managed to snatch a precious artifact, but it helped me see anything outside the tower.” He dropped four cubes of sugar after pouring tea. While he was busy stirring the excessive sugar to his cup, I was still unsure how to respond after learning he had been watching me. In fact, another thought resurfaced in my mind..