Mirror Man Chapter 8 Novels & Stories

"You think that you can defeat me even if you are much stronger than me? I'm sorry to say but I'm smarter than you" I smirk And I saw that he already dropped his armor and now My water power that I commanded earlier That now was all over the place even if I am inside of the fucking mirror They remain there and when I smile at him he was curious why I was doing that and then just a snap of my fingers. I command the water power that was already mine now to attack. I make a small knife in every corner of the room and then simultaneously I command to attack. Now I can see from where I am inside the mirror the movement of the sharp knife in every corner and how they stub my enemy. The mirror powe

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.

Entry 12: “Elara came back today. I wasn’t expecting it. She looks different—harder, colder. I can’t let her stay. I’ve spent too long building this life to let her ruin it now. She thinks she can reclaim her place in this family? I’ll make sure she knows exactly where she belongs. In the shadows.”

The wind current instantly became steady, the temperature dropped, and the golden glow vanished, revealing Ramona standing with ease, her bright pink lips pulled up into a sinister smile, her golden eyes twinkling brightly with pride. "I don't want to call them unfortunate. After all, I didn't hurt them." She let out a sigh, and a silver mirror instantaneously materialized in front of her, gleaming in the moonlight of the half moon. The joy she felt when she looked in the mirror at herself was immeasurable, but in between that joy, her heart was heavy and pounding with nothing but vengeance, which she would relish until she was satisfied. She noticed her reflection starting to bend and twist

Third Person POV There are desire that couldn't control and is taking a tool of one's life. The mirror is the prison of the soul and while it is the strongest prison, the moment it will broke, everything will be a confussion. The woman in golden hair is smiling very evil at the mirror, her stomach bulge out as if any moment will burst into open. She said highly and mockery, “No one will know, and I'll taker of your body, my dear Emilda. This is our secret and you must keep it to your grave,” she added as she smash the crack mirror into fragment!

I can't control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around.

Tina said. "I'm sorry, but I had to take some precaution. I have met many Mirrors throughout the centuries, you see, and your kind is not exactly one to stay still when something is against their will." The man explained, "And I have to do this." Suddenly, he was right in front of Tina. Tina blinked in surprise as the man poked her forehead. For a while, nothing happened, and Tina just looked at the man in exasperation. But then a searing pain enveloped Tina's skull. She screamed. It was the worst headache of her life, so excruciating it made her want to claw her eyes out. Desperately, Tina scrambled in pain. But her hands were tied and there was no support that could hold her up, so she san

Her friends said she had become obsessed with “the woman in the mirror.” That evening, as the sun set, I stood in front of the mirror again. This time, I spoke directly to it. “Who are you?” My reflection didn’t move at first. Then it slowly smiled, a smile I had never made. It raised a finger and wrote on the inside of the glass, the letters appearing backward so I could read them: **“I am what’s left when you look away.”** I smashed the mirror with a chair that night. The glass shattered into hundreds of pieces across the floor.

The chamber beyond the arch was circular, walls lined with black obsidian that drank the torchlight. In the center stood a single mirror—tall, ornate, framed in what looked like bone. Its surface swirled with silver mist, refusing to show any reflection. Stephanie clutched Riley's arm, her nails digging in. "I don't want to go first. Please, God, not me." But the mirror had other plans.

“But if it’s darkness, bring your light. If it’s pain, bring your truth. And if it tries to take something from you...” He leaned in and kissed me softly. “Remember you’re already everything.” Lunaryn growled in my mind, soft and steady. “Let’s show this fucking mirror who we are.” I nodded. Wiped my eyes. And stood. “I’m ready,” I said. And I meant it. Ten minutes later.... The room was quiet. Too quiet. I stood in front of the floor length mirror, it was easily eight feet tall, framed in carved obsidian, pulsing with soft light like it had a heartbeat, and I swore I could feel it watching me.