Mirror Image Books Novels & Stories

Xavier peered down at the page scribbled with unrecognizable symbols. "These are apparently codes. She uttered a spell, hiding what she had actually noted down so that if anyone were to come across these books, they would not be able to decipher it, and the actual writing is written in reverse so that one has to use a mirror to read it" she explained as she skimmed through the book. "That's why brought my phone so I could just click a picture and flip it," she added. Xavier pecked her cheek because now he could and because she looked so adorable. His gaze once again fell on the book and it was then that he realised that the 'book' looked more like a diary.

The mirror reflects a stranger—calm, poised, dangerous. That’s it, my wolf whispers. He believes it. I pull open the drawer where I’ve keep the books Camille has given me to read and hand hand the ones I’ve finished back to him. “When you have time, I’d really love some new history books,” I say demurely. “Your finished with them already?” He looks through the stack of books. “Are you sure you don’t want more romances?” “I prefer history. There is nothing more fascinating then the past.”

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.

he asked narrowing his eyes, I walked to the mirror this time holding it and checking it "I didn't find anything odd about it but I still feel it is different in a magical way, I think it's me who just canton use it" I said keeping it gently, I lifted it up a little and I could see his reflection on it he didn't seem satisfied with my answer "why do you look like you don't believe me" I asked still looking at his reflection, he looked surprised and I felt as though I had read his mind in the mirror, I was right then, the mirror was magical. Only it was a mind reading mirror, "what did you I came here?" I asked looking at his reflection on the mirror as I waited for the mirror to do its thing

someone whispered. The floor trembled. From the marble beneath them, mirrors began to rise. Dozens. Then hundreds. Tall and slender. Cracked and warped. Some clean as new silver. Others smeared with blood-like streaks. They encircled the chamber like silent judges. Elarion’s gaze darted across their reflections. But something was off. Some mirrors didn’t reflect the room. They showed memories that hadn’t happened yet. Others showed versions of the students—distorted, broken, afraid.

We all sat down on the steps behind the auditorium during break, the spring air light around us. “I actually wanted to show you guys something,” Lucy said, pulling the notebook from her chest and opening it with trembling fingers. “I’ve been writing.” “Writing?” I asked, leaning in. “Yeah. A book. A real one. I finished it last week.” Dolly and I gasped in unison. “Wait—what?” I said, taking the notebook gently from her. The first page was neat, filled with flowing handwriting and a beautiful title: Reflections of the Mirror Girl.

“Come. I saved the best for last—The Mirror of Ecstasies. It shows you the one thing you crave more than anything else... then makes you live it.” The door opened with a low groan that sounded more like a moan. The chamber beyond was dim, illuminated only by a floating mirror suspended in mid-air—seven feet tall and framed in living vines that pulsed with veins of red and violet light. It was warm, humid. The air smelled of jasmine and sweat. Emma stepped in, hesitant. The mirror shimmered, the surface not glass but liquid shadow, swirling with whispers. “The Mirror of Ecstasies,” Terra purred beside her, her voice like honey poured over steel. “This isn’t some toy, Emma. It doesn't lie. It

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“Give your blood to the mirror. Let the darkness turn to the light. Your heart will answer your question. But there is a price you have to pay if you fail. Your soul will be mine forever.” She immediately put the book on the table and took the paper-knife and cut her palm. It startled her as she dripped her blood onto the mirror. Every drop of her blood gets absorbed into the mirror and turns it clear. She then held the book in her hands. She couldn’t blink with her eyes wide open as she looked into the mirror. She saw a naked girl smiling at her and her face was just like hers. “Her heart is as beautiful as her face. The book has got what it wants. She has broken the seal. We are all free n

“One House for the Living. One for the Reflection.” Her blood ran cold. Was this what her husband had tried to uncover? Was this what got him killed? The Mirror House… a twin of the Blackwell estate, built underground — perhaps as a reflection, perhaps as a prison. A place to trap what shouldn’t exist above ground. --- As she stood, she noticed something strange in the dust-covered walls. Paintings. They were similar to the ones in the real manor. But in these, the faces were wrong. Each portrait showed the same individuals — the brides, the ancestors, the children — but their expressions were twisted. Hollow. Some were bleeding from the eyes. Others grinned too wide.