Mirror Manipulation Novels & Stories

The real Elian sat calmly beside Kael. But the reflection— Its hand rested higher against its stomach. Protective. Possessive. And its silver eyes… Were darker. Not fully black. But not normal either. Mira’s blood ran cold. Then— The reflection slowly smiled at her again. --- “Mira?” She startled violently. The mirror returned to normal instantly. Elian looked concerned. “You dropped the blanket.” Mira blinked downward. The blankets had slipped from her hands onto the floor. “…Sorry.” Her voice sounded weak.

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.

It looked as though it were made of silver, but it was too dirty and tarnished to really see. Rori bit her lip as curiosity whispered in her ear, she found herself suddenly clutching part of the sheet and rubbing a clear spot in the center of the mirror. As she peered into the somewhat reflective surface, she was shocked to discover not her own reflection, but the smiling face of her forgotten best friend. Kristi’s piercing blue eyes were almost looking directly at Rori and the young girl gasped as she noticed more movement behind the dirty mirror. Rori feverishly scrubbed the surface clean, and as she dropped the now grimy sheet, she saw not just Kristi but Mason and Max. Rori didn’t recog

The chamber convulsed. The floor cracked like brittle glass, jagged lines racing out from the mirror-pool as if the stone itself rejected what had just been unleashed. White light still bled from Mia’s pendant, clashing with the black fire of her reflection’s crown, and the air between them warped—sound bending, vision trembling, and the boundary between what was real and what was reflection shattering by the heartbeat.

Their bright spot of light dimmed a lot, making the illuminated area even smaller. Candice froze and felt Alex's hand move. He pulled the corner of his shirt that she was holding out of her hand. Then, his warm palm turned over and clasped her hand. There was a very thin callus on Alex's fingertips, and it happened to brush against Candice's little finger. Alex did not mind. He whispered, "Aren't we going over to take a look? So bring your phone." The distance from their position to the main door was not far, but there were quite a few tables in the laboratory, and each table had Mr. Franklyn's models on it. The light from the phone cast eerie shadows from the models.

It wore clothes similar to what I'd worn the day I transmigrated into Camryn's body. "What is that?" Fabian breathed. "A Mirror Entity," I said, though I had no idea how I knew the term. One of the absorbed functions must have included classification knowledge. "It manifests as a reflection of whoever it's targeting. Copies their form, their abilities, sometimes their memories." The Mirror Entity that wore my face smiled. When it spoke, it used my voice. "Hello, Lucille. Or do you still prefer Camryn?" Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. "I prefer to not talk to things that pretend to be me," I said finally.

Adam accidentally touches the picture, he unintentionally pressed it hard then something showed up on screen. Rotate Flip / Mirror Straighten Crop Hannah clicked "Flip/Mirror" they both saw what happened to that picture. Their position exchanged and the way you look at it. On the second picture they tried to do that again, Adam's left hand is at Hannah's shoulder, that's the original picture but they clicked the "Flip/Mirror" again, not just their position exchanged but also his left hand from the original picture became right hand when it was flipped. This is what Hannah’s plan, to show Adam that one of the pictures from the private investigator which is different from other pictures might

She smirked, setting out the plates and she proceeded to scoop cups of rice inside the small sack. “It is not about what you think, Yana.” “So, what it is all about?” Yana asked, trying to figure the statement I uttered. “Can we take this mirror off, Yana?” “What do you mean?” Yana wondered, wiping off the bottom part of the rice container before putting it back to its shaft. “Yana,” I came closer to her. “When the mirror has gap, there is a possibility that the mirror is two-way. It means that there might be the back of it can be seen by others from there to here.”

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

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