Mirror Mirror Dwarves นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

She asked again. "No you don't," Kira answered laughing, "Storm has met her though. She is a dwarf." Gwen paused to stare at Kira, her facial expression no doubt showed how shocked she was. "Do dwarfs exist? I mean they are real?" "Yeah since our father was the King who ruled over the dwarfs and elves. Eve and the others are the last survivors of the last war." "There are more than one?" She asks to be sure she heard right. "Yes," Kira said with a smile. "Don't worry you will meet them soon."

"It's like a horse-drawn carriage, but uses no horses but engines," "A machine?" asked Violet again innocently, the feeling when together with Nay and Violet is very cool, unlike Noe, Erin is also sometimes like Noe. Noa is always enthusiastic and cheerful, but when it comes to Nia, I still don't understand what she is like. "It's a tool to move it," "Ohhh." While devouring the cake that was still left on the spoon after feeding me. "Oh yes, the Smabor mountains are the territory of the dwarves, right?" I asked, thinking again about the red blood splattered there.

Indra and Cain are talking into the empty air. "I mean, what are they doing?" sighs Vimar. "Look at their faces. Looks like Cain wants to attack someone. I wonder what he's so upset about?" Vimar laughs out loud. "Look at those silly dwarves. They look terrified. What has made them so afraid?" Cain drags the dwarves out to Ulo. "You get two for the price of one," he says, looking pleased. "They look like they been cut from the same cloth, so maybe the value is only half," Ulo says unimpressed with what he sees.

he said, “a little girl like you doesn’t have much ability anyway. Don’t come back here.” That was how dwarves were—rough, crude, almost savage. Yet they were also unparalleled craftsmen, possessed of formidable intellect. They forged countless treasures and sold them to both the competing Aesir and Vanir gods. Because they preferred darkness, many of them chose to live among the Aesir even when they left their own world. In the Vanir lands, I had never met people like this. I had never been treated this way. Gritting my teeth, I left the mine. When I realized I could not even afford medical treatment, I finally broke down and cried.

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

“I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe it, try it.” Then he stretched and sat on the table, and this gentleman was about to… What a pervert. “Older brother.” I turned my whole body up, shouted until now, still a bit hoarse, realized that I was still in the library, still affecting everyone around. I bow my head and apologize to all for my noise and historyless actions. Furthermore, I just found a book about dwarves. They live in glass mushrooms that only grow on Mount Elin. From what it says, dwarves are real farmers; they are diligent; patient; kind. In addition, the book also speaks obviously about their capacity.

A few dwarves failed and fell in midair, nearly hitting the ground hard, but the elves didn't stay still. With the telekinesis power of the elves, they saved the dwarves from free fall and flew their stocky bodies to land on the skull heads of the Grim Reapers. Some of the other elves used vines to catch the dwarves' bodies, then hurled them back into the air. Dwarves soldiers clung to the Grim Reaper's skull-like monkeys. Several vines weaved around them as a safety rope for their safety. Thus, elf warriors support the crazy actions of Dwarves warriors.

He smiled and looked at the deer with big bright eyes innocently. "So will the residence be made like this? Just by thinking..?” Alian lovingly put his hand on his back and kissed the innocent animal's head. The little deer blushed at his action. He laughed at his action. Along with Brag and Neemar, the surrounding trees began to smile at his lively and beautiful laugh. "All you have to do is go behind these mountains to the region of the Dwarfs (short statured people who were very quick and skilled in everything) and somehow entice them to your abode. If they agree, they will build a house here by the lake.”

A shockwave rippled outward, washing over the Vale. When the light cleared, the survivors gasped. The crater was gone. In its place stood a single, perfect mirror. Seven feet tall. Silent. Waiting. Kael stared, blood running cold. His reflection didn’t move. Then it blinked. And whispered, “Come find me.” Far beyond the mountains, where the dawn was splitting itself apart, a different light flickered. Not sunlight. Not magic. Reflection. A figure stepped forward into a world made of mirrors — endless, shifting, alive. His shadow stretched across a fractured horizon, long and patient.