Romans & histoires Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Enough

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

But here—in this dead land—it pulsed like a heartbeat trying to keep her tethered to something real. “I can feel it,” she whispered. “It’s close.” They pressed on. Eventually, the trees opened into a clearing—silent and circular, ringed with stones carved with runes so old even Long didn’t recognize them. At the center stood a mirror. Not in a frame. Not hanging. It rose from the earth like a blade. At least twelve feet tall, silver and black, the surface shimmered like moonlight on deep water. But when Emma stepped forward, it did not reflect her.

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

I tried to take the mirror off the wall but couldn't. "I need help. Take this mirror off the wall," I said to Jake. Jake quickly moved to take it off the wall but he was also unable to move it. "How the heck is it possible?" He said. I looked everywhere around the tall mirror to find anything and saw a tiny lock behind it. Damn... I was right... But how the fuck he could do that to a little girl who was just only three years old? "Because he was sick!" Estelle loudly growled in my head.

And suddenly, the air between us was too tight and too heavy. I blinked and looked away, turning to face the mirror. The glint of glass pulled me in. The mirror was massive, floor-to-ceiling, framed in brushed gold, it stood like a gate to another lifetime. My reflection stared back: older, harder, but still carrying the same eyes that had once glowed when he touched me.

Suddenly, doubts flooded my mind, and I looked at Zane doubtfully. “It is not rocket science, Kayla. You just have to break that mirror. What is there to think this much about?” “Are you sure it is enough?” “Well, if you don’t think it is enough, just mutter something like ‘Abracadabra’ or ‘Open Sesame’.” I rolled my eyes at him before mustering my courage. It is just a mirror, Kayla. Just break it already. Then I threw the mirror on the ground with such force that it broke into at least a hundred pieces and I held my breath as I stared at it, holding my breath.

why can't I hear anything? "As you told me before, they are inside a well-protected magic ball and it is hard for me to get you to see this, I don't know where the ball is and what they are talking about because of its strength. so I can't do anything to make that happen, we are working with the glass piece and I think if we are able to get something from that then we can find their locations and what they are talking to, If you want to see your mate, then you can come here and see her in the mirror, This won't disappear as long as you don't touch the mirror your highness!" he said with respect, bowing his head a little, Ashton nodded his head and said, "So can I take this mirror to my room?

“Five little piggies went to market one day, Two got a lost along the way. To school the red one went, Whilst the blonde one was sent To meet with a bird of prey, But our talons helped him get away. Blood to blood, and both are well, Though you’re not here to tell. And now, not two lost piggies, but three, With the school on fire, where can you be? Mirror, mirror on the wall, We’re waiting for your call, Secret Keeper.” Even as she finished speaking, the words were fading off the black screen. “Another mirror spell,” Connery remarked. “Another?” Meguitte looked up at him in surprise. “There’s been others?”

"I am a prince of this kingdom. Where is the mirror?" The man blinks slowly, his milky eyes tracking my movement. He points a long, dirt-caked finger toward a warped silver plate hanging near the door. I step toward it. My feet feel light, lacking the heavy thud of my usual stride. I look into the polished metal. My stomach drops into my throat. The reflection staring back is a boy. Six years old, at most. Dark hair curls wildly around a round, chubby face. The golden eyes of my Lycan are there, but they are wide, childish, and ridiculous.

But I had no other choice but to take her word. “So what are you working on with work by the way?” “Well it’s actually for Edith. They have so much honey. More than they can supply to their town. So we just get buyers and try to find a logistics company.” I suddenly felt my chest tighten. Like something was sitting on it. I tried to take a breath but it didn’t go all the way in. “Sweetie are you okay?” I heard my mom say. In between my breaths I was trying to get words out.