Mirror Man Chapter 8 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.

"You smell like him." My heart stopped. The hounds are coming. I looked past Kael, past Ronan's brooding glare, past Zephyr's calculating silence—and I saw the shattered mirror. In the reflection, just for a split second, a pair of molten gold eyes blinked back at me from the darkness. I wasn't crazy. And my life was about to change forever. END OF CHAPTER 2

I whispered. “Yes,” Ethan said. “So show her what she’s never had.” I frowned. “What?” “Your face.” --- I stood that night in front of the largest mirror in the manor—framed in bones, dust coating its corners, its surface alive with movement. Dozens of Alikas stared back. Some crying. Some laughing. One screaming. One dead. I raised the shard in my hand—and cut across my palm, letting my blood streak the surface. “Enough,” I said.

Suddenly, the mirror behind them shattered. If the "resonance" is a substance being harvested from their blood, who is the man in the square, and why is the child being used as the lure? And if the mirror shattered without being touched, is the "Sickness" manifesting a physical force that Dante and Ivy can't control? (Watch out for Chapter 55) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Please Send Gifts If we reach at least 100 Votes or 1000 Gifts, I will drop a special POV chapter from Dante's perspective during the 'Thirteenth Hour'! Help me break the set! 💎✨

“We’ll find a way to get you out. I promise.” “Don’t worry about me,” the Author said. “Live your life. Write your own chapters now.” Maya went to the bathroom to wash her face, expecting her tired, dirty reflection. But the mirror was wrong. Her reflection wasn’t moving. Mirror-Maya stood still, watching the real Maya with a cold, cruel smile. “You think you’ve won, don’t you?” the reflection spat. Maya jumped back, her heart racing. “Julian! Get in here!”

“He said the mirror showed his brother. That he could pull him out. I tried to stop him…” Garrin’s scream cuts her off. The mirror’s surface tightens around him, pulling harder. Only his arm and shoulder remain outside now. The glass glows red where it touches him. His eyes meet mine for an instant, desperate and unseeing. “Please,” he whispers. “I have to save him. He is all I have left.” Then the mirror swallows him whole. The glass smooths over with a sound like a book closing. Liora’s grip slips, and her knees hit the floor. Her hands are bleeding from trying to hold him.

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

The law of spirits is not to interfere in human affairs without the permission of the master. “Please… Jamaica…” “Jamaica, help her.” My consciousness screams incessantly, here separating me from the outside world is a large, tall, sturdy mirror. I kept screaming and banging on that mirror. In response to a sound echoing from my impact, I stood up and kicked incessantly with my foot, until my shoes ripped open to reveal my toes. I used my hand again, this time I could no longer hear my cry or screams. The mirror is my eyes. I don't want to, I can't leave Irina alone, through the glass I see Irina has been injured by the other guy, I don't know how much time has passed, but the first ray of t

Stared into the dying eyes of a man who’d once told her she would never be strong enough to lead. And she said, “You were wrong.” The memory shivered. Broke. The room blinked out. Mira snapped awake inside the lab, gasping, the console crackling with new access. The node was open. Echo stared at her like she’d just walked through fire. “You okay?” Mira didn’t answer immediately. She unplugged the drive, held it like a weapon, and whispered: “Now we move.” End of Chapter Forty –––––––––––––––

My hand touched the mirror I saw when I came in here, the mirror I picked my amulet from, I picked up the mirror at once smashing it on his head. He staggered back holding the back of his head where the mirror hit, I coughed massaging my neck. If I’m special and anything with powers, this is the right time I need that part of me to show up, else I’m gonna be ten feet buried in the next counting seconds.