Mirror Demons Novels & Stories

– Once you came to this mirror, what happened next? – Above me was a ceiling of red flame, and under my feet on the floor I saw screaming faces telling me to give my soul to them. The white star in the center of the room spun on its axis, and a stream of green slime poured from the eyes of the Apollo-like demons who stood at the Aegis star. Then the White monk said a prayer in the vernacular and said to me: "Look at the mirror and see your sworn enemy to declare War on him." – What did you see in that mirror?"

said Madame Long, exasperated. A helper?! She must be out of her mind. “What do you mean?” My skeptical glare fell on her. I dared not glance at the creature again. “It looks like something from hell. A demon from my dreams. Are you pranking me with an illusion, or have you lost your freaking mind?” Madame Long grunted. “Neither. This gentleman here is a demon. All of these mirrors contain trapped demons. Do you think I can accept defeat twice? I am here for battle, child.”

Luna walked forward, her small hand reaching for the crystal. The moment she touched it, everything changed. The mirrors showed visions—possible futures, probable pasts, hidden truths. I saw myself dying in childbirth, Luna never born. I saw Dante rejecting me permanently, our bond severed forever. I saw the pack destroyed, wolves scattered, everything we'd built in ashes. But these weren't my visions. They were Luna's. I looked at my daughter and saw her face twisted in anguish, tears streaming down her cheeks as the mirrors forced her to watch every possible tragedy, every hidden truth, every painful reality.

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

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.

So, I am not able to see the one standing behind the mirrors of the room, but they can see me and communicate with me. Four mirror-like walls are enclosing this room: the mirror of reality, the mirror of fear, the mirror of sins and guilt and the mirror of retribution and punishment. The first mirror is the mirror of reality. That one is displaying the true self of the one imprisoned. I looked at that one and… goddamn, do I look like shit, I look like long haired butterfaced ogre, all swollen, with broken bones jutting through my lacerated skin, which was plagued with cuts and bruises. My hair is knotted, sticky, and full of blood and dust. It is matted, dirty and all over the place. I look

At this point, a smart person should have answered, "Only you." Amelia said the same thing, and her expression was really sincere. There was nothing wrong in theory, his past and future selves were both him. The young man looked calm and just said "oh," straightened his already neat sleeves, and said, "By your chaise lounge, sis, there was a magic mirror. When you were drunk and picking people by the chin, there were quite a few scenes. When you were sleeping, I watched some clips. This mirror is actually a rare tool for catching demons. A lot of cultivators wanted to use it. You didn't let it go to waste, but the way you used it was pretty new."

The reflections moved on their own, whispering against the surface of the glass. Sera’s breath fogged. “What is this place?” Adrien’s jaw clenched, his golden eyes scanning every reflection. “Illusion.” His flames tried to flare, but the mirrors only multiplied the fire, warping it into monstrous shapes. A voice slithered through the air. Not illusion. Truth, The mirrors rippled. One reflection stepped forward, not just a mimic, but a full, breathing version of Adrien, breaking free from the glass with a crack like ice shattering. His double stood across from him, flames licking higher, golden eyes sharp and merciless.

He enjoyed the way their eyes flashed to his but never stayed, the way they were afraid. "Are we clear?" Veyron's piercing and purposeful voice broke through the muttering. The only sound to break the silence was the distant trickle of water from the cavern's roof. The gathered crowd reluctantly nodded, not wanting to say anything. "Well done." A grin that was equal parts threat and joy curved his lips. He turned away and paced to the chamber's edge, where a huge mirror made of obsidian stood, its surface vibrating slightly as if it were alive. That mirror was an ingenious bit of engineering. An all-in-one surveillance tool and platform. He had seen kingdoms collapse, alliances break, and li

I answered quickly as he sat down with the mirror in his hand, I moved closer immediately closing their little space between as I watched him caress the frame of the mirror "Is that part of the process of making it work?" I asked excitedly moving closer even when I was literally touching his bare skin. "No, it's not," he chuckled there’s no process, I’m just admiring its beauty," he added looking down at me and I lifted my head up feeling his gaze on me but couldn't look for long because I was too close to him to the point where his lips were just in my face when I looked over my shoulder to see him "the mirror has the power to show the past and the present perfectly. It is called the mirror