Mirror Manipulation Novels & Stories

Just smoke. And mirrors.

So, I am not able to see the one standing behind the mirrors of the room, but they can see me and communicate with me. Four mirror-like walls are enclosing this room: the mirror of reality, the mirror of fear, the mirror of sins and guilt and the mirror of retribution and punishment. The first mirror is the mirror of reality. That one is displaying the true self of the one imprisoned. I looked at that one and… goddamn, do I look like shit, I look like long haired butterfaced ogre, all swollen, with broken bones jutting through my lacerated skin, which was plagued with cuts and bruises. My hair is knotted, sticky, and full of blood and dust. It is matted, dirty and all over the place. I look

He could simply stare at the red orpiment whizzing quickly and unreadably towards him. “Daddy!” shouted Queen Miranda at the top of her extreme as well as extraordinary fear and panic. “Daddy! Stoop down your body!” shouted Virando, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Virando swung his hand in the air. He managed to create a kind of light blue mirror. He threw the mirror towards his daddy. The mirror automatically reflected back the intruder’s power containing quite lots and lots of red orpiment. The red orpiment all got into her body. The intruder squealed and squeaked up to her eight-octave voice tune. The red orpiment inside her body really burnt her whole body to ash.

It did not matter if he was cursing at them, but he was actually cursing at their boss. Sienna stopped them from taking action with just one look, then pointed at another door before she said to the professor, “Professor Lawrence, the Universal Atrium doesn’t only have a virtual world, we also have a mirror projection. I’ll do as you say if you still think that my shop is not worthy of this name after you watch this. How about that?” Professor Lawrence curled his lips in disdain. “What’s a mirror projection? It sounds fancy.” Sienna explained patiently, “You only need to provide a photo, and the person in the photo will appear before your eyes. This is a mirror projection.”

“Yeah? Then why’s the mirror pulsing like that?” The mirror. Had it reacted to her leaving? Maren crouched low, slipping into a shadowed crevice on the left. The hallway opened up ahead into a chamber, and three of the guys were gathered around what looked like a floating orb. One had spiky silver hair, another had bark-like skin, and the third — the one who’d smirked at her earlier — stood with his arms crossed, watching the orb like it was an annoying riddle. “It’s linked to her,” Silver Hair muttered. “The mirror reacts when she does something extreme.”

A mirror appeared before them, but it didn’t have their reflection. “Think about the moment that you remember Jazmine clearly,” Mira said. “This time, it’s going to be different. We’re going to interact with her.” “I noticed the incantation was different.” Liam took a deep breath, trying to find a clear memory of Jazmine that he had inside his mind. After finding the specific memory, Mira nodded to him to walk into the mirror. He walked in, and she followed from behind. They arrived in the penthouse. Liam looked around to find anything unfamiliar just in case someone tampered with his memories. But everything seemed intact.

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.

Amina stepped back instinctively. “No.”. Adrian turned to her. “What's it?”. She pointed. “The reflections.”. Miriam frowned. “I don't see anything unusual.”. That made it worse. Amina glanced back at the glass.... From the reflection, the smiling version moved closer. The surface appeared to be a thin membrane. Her breathing was changing, as Adrian could sense. “Amina, talk to me.”. Her voice came out low. “They're not reflections.”. The smiling individual pressed her palm into the glass.'

As I was thinking about it I fell asleep. The first thing I remembered after I was awake was the Astral Mirror. I took it and closely studied it critically. I realized the astral mirror has two sizes. The front and back view is just like an ordinary mirror. The difference is that the astral mirror vibrates to give a signal. But an ordinary mirror is the one the ladies use for their makeup. I saw blood dried on my both feet. I rushed to the washroom. After preparation, I took the astral mirror and said I was going to work. Suddenly the mirror began to vibrate; I opened my hand to access the mirror. The word okay was blinking. Just as I opened my hands it stopped vibrating. I nodded and put it

“If we redirect their attacks into the mirrors, maybe we can disrupt them!” As Logan’s clone sent a bolt of magic his way, he dodged at the last second, letting the spell hit a nearby mirror. The glass cracked, and the doppelgänger let out a shriek before flickering. “It’s working!” Ryan shouted. Mia quickly tricked her reflection into attacking a mirror, causing it to shatter. One by one, the clones began to fade as the mirrors cracked apart. Finally, only Anna’s reflection remained, staring at her with an unsettling gaze.