Mirror Embroidery Novels & Stories

He sets a mug down near my elbow. "It’s a 12-heddle weave," I say, my pencil flying across the paper in sharp, jagged strokes. "It’s a pattern the North hasn't seen in a century. It’s called the Shattered Mirror." Silas leans over the table, his breath warm against my temple as he studies the complex geometry of the sketch. "That’s impossible to mass-produce, Zara. The tension required to keep the silver thread from snapping at those angles... no machine can do that."

"Tears of Paris is made exclusively. The diamonds on this dress are quite rare, so that is the reason that the price is so fantastic. Besides, the embroidery is not from a machine, but direct embroidery from European artists, and it cannot be replicated. Meanwhile, this dress you're wearing is embroidered from a machine mold." Everyone gasped at Audrey's explanation. They then looked between Miranda's and Audrey's dresses. And sure enough, the embroidery carvings were very much different when viewed in detail. And it also seemed to be different from the design sketch that had been published a year ago. Miranda froze. The woman seemed very intent on exposing her lies. Miranda slowly looked do

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

Simultaneously Jasmine handed a big white sheet to Albert and said “Cover mirror with this as soon as it starts getting cracks.. “Okay Madame” Albert replied Jasmine then herself dipped her finger in bowl of pig blood and used her skill and started drawing several scared symbols on mirror one by one, she drew five symbols and one star in between… Once it was done she made a outline with rice flour and cinnabar all around Arban bed and kept chanting some spell while doing it..… Once an imperfect yet thick outline was dawn, Jasmine then turned to Viola who was still holding bowl with her heart blood, goat milk and herbs in

Inside, wrapped in black silk, lay a silver crest pierced clean through the center—Elias’s stolen symbol, smeared with old blood. Mira smiled wider. “I’ve got more surprises for you, my pretty little couple,” she purred. On the silver, the blood began to warm.

“Look how you bleed for me.” She worked in steady passes—line by line, curve by curve. The crest took shape: the stylized W entwined with thorns, the same design that branded the gates, the stonework, the family rings. Each prick of the needle sent fresh fire up his spine, but the pain began to blur, transmuting into something else—something almost euphoric. Mira paused every few minutes to wipe the excess ink and blood, her thumb brushing the head of his cock, spreading pre-cum in lazy circles.

*** Her make-up was finished well after seven o'clock in the evening. Miranda smirked at herself in the mirror and spun around. She was dressed exquisitely for the occasion, with silver and blue sequins adorning her gown. It's the gleaming silver sequins that reflect in the mirror, giving them the appearance of a brilliant diamond. She couldn't help but run her fingers around the off-shoulder, v-neck gown since it felt so luxurious. She was clearly taken aback when she first saw herself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was her. She had no idea that a lovely gown and a good deal of melancholy could alter her to such an extent. She had the appearance of a princess.

She set it on the cutting table and slipped out. Margaux arched a brow. “Secret admirer?” I rolled my eyes, but the flutter in my stomach betrayed me. “Hardly.” I untied the twine and peeled back the paper. Inside were beautifully crafted Moroccan embellishments—delicate handwoven trims, metallic-thread tassels, and embroidered appliqués featuring zellige-inspired geometric patterns: repeating stars, interlocking diamonds, and mosaic-like motifs in deep cobalt, bronze, and ivory. My breath hitched. “These are… stunning.”

you. "What are the realms of magical possibilities with the magical mirror we create?" I ask the Witches. Well, Esmerelda states, "Many possibilities, of course you can communicate like FaceTime. (She tries not to break out laughing again. (Coughing to hide her attempts), you can also lock someone in a mirror until you decide to release them. We do not suggest that except for maybe enemies you want to cross-examine. Then you can walk through a mirror to any place you wish to go. This can be tricky though, when you walk through you must see the place you want to go to in your mind. If not? Then you could end up anywhere or stuck in the mirror and that would not be good." I ignored the part a