Mirror Embroidery Novels & Stories

EPISODE 1 — THE MIRROR The mirror hangs on the dressing room wall, framed in silver so heavy two men would struggle to move it from its mount. In the coffee shop where Mira’s life ended, the only mirrors were the small, smudged squares above the bathroom sinks — scratched with initials and hearts, reflecting faces tired from work and worry. Here, this glass is perfect, polished to a clarity that shows not just reflections but the faint ghost of what was there before. The silver frame carries cold like a block of ice pulled from winter water, and when she presses her palm against it, the metal leaves white marks on her skin that take seconds to fade.

She seemed nervous but composed as she stepped forward. “Good day, Mr. Fox. My name is Mirabel Lauren.” She announced. “According to your resume, you are a former designer at Acelux jewelry company.” I divulged with a straight face. “Yes, sir,” Mirabel responded. “Let's see your work, Ms. Lauren,” I said, gesturing to the table. Mirabel opened her folder and carefully laid out her sketches. The designs are delicate yet daring–silver frameworks intertwined with natural elements: vines, dewdrops, small birds and leaves sculpted with glass and emerald.

He was tense, yet guarded. Mira’s fingers brushed the book’s strange, metallic binding. It was warm, almost alive. Her breath caught when the cover shifted under her touch, symbols lighting up in a soft glow—cool blue at first, then gold, then white-hot silver. The ancient runes shimmered across the surface, forming a spiral before parting like a curtain. Inside, a single handwritten passage shimmered faintly, ink glowing in an ethereal shade of moonlight. She'd never seen this before.

How difficult to replicate without the exact training Mami Lulu had given me. I selected seven beads—all variations on the blue-green spiral—and carried them back to the cabin. At my worktable by the eastern window, I arranged my metalworking tools and began incorporating the beads into a necklace design. The silver wire bent easily beneath my fingers, forming an asymmetrical cascade that would hold the beads in a seemingly random pattern that was actually precisely calculated.

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.

“What am I looking at?” “A spell she created about six months before she cursed the Veyraths. It’s called the ‘Mirror Bond.’” Iris traced one of the symbols. “It’s designed to link two souls so completely that they become reflections of each other. What one feels, the other feels. What one knows, the other knows. Complete, total unity.” “That sounds…” “Terrifying? Intimate? Like the worst idea ever?” “All of the above.”

“I have nullified most of its effects, do not worry. The cloth in my hand isn't a normal one. She reached her hand out, and I could see a shiny thread embroidering the cloth upon which the purple dark object sat. My breath caught and I leaned in closer, my eyes catching the embroidery, not into stars, flowers or anything that spoke of fashion, but symbols, some of them foreign, others familiar but hard for me to understand their significance. “Runes.” Elder Miriam’s voice was heavy. “Soon, I will teach the art of making them to you, just like this sachet, runes can be affixed on anything to channel power, be it good and protective… or terrible, chaotic power to consume.” I shivered, clearing

Instead, she planned to make a belt and necktie to match the suit he had now. Even though they were just tiny accessories, a lot of time and effort was needed if she really put her heart into it. Millie would embroider them too. With delicate things like these, using machines was out of the question as they wouldn't be agile enough. So, she could only embroider them by hand thread by thread. After spending several sleepless nights on them, Millie was finally able to embroider a natural scene of mountains and rivers. Gold thread wound through its center, resembling the shimmer of sunlight reflected by the water.

Marisol headed upstairs without a second thought. Pushing open a door, she froze at the sight of cloth-draped mannequins. This outfit… She lifted the dust cover to reveal a sleek black evening suit with intricate embroidery. The cuffs featured her signature motif—clouds embroidered in gold and silver thread using a rare double-faced stitching technique that created different patterns on each side. It was the distinctive hallmark of Moira Studio. But what commanded attention was the silver-threaded phoenix with wings spread across the shoulders. Its beak clutched a brilliant ruby positioned precisely over the heart, the gem catching the light with every subtle movement. The effect was breatht

I sat in front of the mirror with Madelyn braiding my hair around my head like a crown and decorating it with flowers, a gold-plated cord, and red jewels. I stood, twirled, and stared in the mirror. My lips stretched into a smile as I gazed down at my reflection while wearing the Venus-cut white flowy dress embroidered with intricate designs of flowers and beautiful linings sewn with gold threads. The dress glittered as the light struck the white diamond beadings of the gown.