Mirror Image Books Novels & Stories

I wasn’t expecting him to call straight away but I’m kind of excited he has. “Hi Jareth, sorry to bother you I didn’t expect you to call me back straight away.” I smile and he grins back at me “It is my pleasure Iris. I had a feeling you might contact me sooner rather than later after all we still have a lot talk about.” He sits grinning like a Cheshire cat and I can’t help but grin back. “So what is it you want to ask or talk to me about?” “Well I have my grandmother’s book, you called it a grimoire? I wondered how to get it open?”

Not the cheap kind from Target that warps your reflection, but a heavy gilded thing framed in carved wolves and moons. I stared at the mirror in disbelief. It was the first time I’d ever truly looked at myself since I got here, and the girl staring back wasn’t me. Sure, the reflection had my eyes, the same unplucked eyebrows. But the rest? It was all wrong. This face was softer, the cheekbones higher, the jaw more delicate, with hair cascading down in ridiculous waves no salon on Earth could’ve faked without a thousand-dollar price tag. Elowyn. The tragic, selfless, impossibly beautiful heroine of the book.

The Library of Mirrors was not a place for reading. It was a place for losing your mind. Located in the sub-basement of the Academy of Sorcery, it was a labyrinth of glass and illusion. The walls, floors, and ceilings were made of enchanted mirrors that reflected not just your face but also your deepest fears and darkest desires. I stood in the observation chamber, watching the magical projection floating in the center of the room. Beside me, Prince Kaelen peeled a tangerine, looking irritatingly relaxed.

He was looking for an owner for the bronze mirror. "You're very thoughtful, sir." Sebastian bowed to him very politely. Archibald nodded slightly and gave Sebastian an ancient book. He said, "This is a book about how to use this bronze mirror. It's a pity that I wasn't able to truly perceive its meaning, even though I've been studying it for most of my life." Sebastian took the ancient book that he handed him, and he saw that it was hand-copied. The words "The Mirror of Rain" were written on it.

She turned to the Netherworld Judge, her eyes sharp as blades, her tone brooking no doubt: "Reincarnation Mirror?" The Netherworld Judge nodded, his eyes full of regret and helplessness. "The Reincarnation Mirror and the Book of Reincarnation complement each other. The Book of Reincarnation records the trajectories of reincarnation, while the Reincarnation Mirror can reflect the past—whether the past and present lives of living spirits or the hidden secrets of heaven and earth, all can be clearly seen through the Reincarnation Mirror. Compared to the Book of Reincarnation, the Reincarnation Mirror is more direct and more real. There is no need for deduction; with a single glance, all the pas

After several tomes about travels across this world, I find the one I’m looking for. ‘Journeys to the mirror world’. The book is thick and heavy, stuck in its place due to being unused. I clench my jaw tightly as I try to pry it out with one hand, the other holding onto the wood of the shelf. I can barely hold its spine with one hand, damn it! The books finally moves, and relief cuts through my mind. Taking it off the fact that I’m pretty high above the floor, and need to maintain my balance. “Shit!” I lose my footing and slip

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

Its surface shimmered like liquid, rippling faintly even though there was no breeze. “That,” he said finally, his voice low, “might be our way out.” Anna’s gaze followed his, her breath catching in her throat. The mirror seemed alive, and for a moment, she swore she saw something moving within it—a figure, familiar yet wrong. “What do you mean, our way out?” she asked, taking a cautious step closer. Logan reached into his jacket and pulled out the mirror-embossed book. “This book talks about reflections being portals. I think this is one of them.”

I pulled it out and saw it was a book on shadow wraiths. Intrigued, I carried it back to the table. It was already getting dark outside, so I lit a candle, the small flame flickering in the drafty room. There was a large mirror directly opposite me on the wall, and it reflected the light in a way that kept catching the corner of my eye. I found it annoying because I was just getting to an interesting part of the book, but the glare wouldn't stop. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the text about spirits that could mimic human forms.

A small mirror with a moon etched on its surface. And a thin black book.