Mirror Manipulation Novelas e Histórias

"No, the garden remained as it was. I had to create a mirror verse that serves as a barrier between what you saw and the real world." "What does that mean?" "You would have hurt yourself and destroyed the entire garden if I had left you alone to react to what you were seeing. You did move, you did run away and try to fight it off, but your movements had no impact on the real world because I had placed you in a mirror verse, it's a world that mirrors the real world but isn't affected by it." Ivy shook her head trying to process everything she was learning. "Let's try it again. I want to try this again."

Kai said and stormed out of the room. “Whats his problem? We should be the one upset not him.” Kevin muttered as the door slammed after Kai’s exit. “He’s not a fan of sharing the mirror , especially to wolves.” Miera answered like it was natural for Kai to be upset. “All you need to do is to place your hands on the mirror and focus on the memory you want to remember or have and then chanel all of your energy in that direction. It’s all about focus, do that and you’ll be in in no time.” She instructed, my stomach swirled as i thought of going back in time to see them. I chewed on my bottom lips and faced the mirror again.

beginning to emerge from his own skin, those hollow black eyes bleeding into his silver ones. "Please!" I shrieked, my fingernails tearing as I yanked the tarp. With a thunderous rip, the canvas fell away. The Great Mirror was revealed. Its surface wasn't glass; it was a pool of liquid silver, swirling with a light that didn't come from the sun. I didn't look at my own reflection. I looked at the reflection of the battle behind me. In the mirror, Julian wasn't fighting a corpse. He was fighting himself.

He could also see that reflection from the full length mirror that stood in front of him against the wall. It was probably his third eye acting up again but what did this mean? His eyes, still fixated on the mirror, moved from the patch on the floor to the bed where he noticed something about the book. He stood up, approaching the mirror and that's when he saw it. The mirror gave a reflection of the book, showing it in reverse imaging thus Jake could see the pentacle in its upright position in the mirror. He turned away from the mirror to the book and grabbed it, slowly turning it the other way as the pentacle now appeared in its original position in the upright form.

A mirror. And I refuse to look away from what it reflects.

"This is a heavy toxin. If he wasn't an Alpha, he’d be dead already." Ricardo turned to me. His eyes were no longer full of love. They were full of a terrifying, cold suspicion. The "Mirror of Malice" was back, and this time, the reflection was deadly. The doctor looked at the group, his eyes landing on me as the one who had served the plates. "Who prepared the food?"

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

The room didn't just turn amber; it turned "Cold." From the Mirror, a figure began to emerge—not an Architect, but a "Reflection." It was a man who looked exactly like Silas Thorne, but his eyes were two solid pools of liquid silver. "The Mirror is not a looking glass," the reflection said. "It is a 'Peer Review'."

“That’s what you wanted to show me?” “Y-yeah!” I nodded and forced a convincing smile on my lips as I looked at him. “I mean, think about it, it is easy and consumes less time. And isn’t the idea of a one-way mirror refracting light to another mirror fascinating?” Help. I don’t know what I am saying. “Not really.” He blatantly answered. “Not exactly worth the effort. All it does is reflect stable light to make a never-ending illusion. Why don’t we-”

I needed a mirror. ​The Resonance Mirror was not a piece of glass in the traditional sense. It was a localized, high-density field of inverted solar gold, suspended between four pillars of resonant copper I had salvaged from the Iron City’s old telegraph lines. In theory, the mirror would not reflect an image, but a frequency. If the Shadow Thread attempted to mimic Winnie’s voice or her light, the mirror would catch the vibration, flip it, and reveal the jagged, discordant reality underneath. It was a trap designed for a liar. It was a mathematical net for a creature that lived in the gaps between truths.