Mirror Mirror Dwarves Novels & Stories

he added, one side of his mouth quirked upward. “What? But how?” asked Arla. She was relieved to learn that she hadn’t been seeing things, but it still seemed just as crazy to realise that there was, indeed, someone talking in the mirror. “Hello, young Arla, I’m Elder Laurel of the Ochre Coven,” she said, turning her attention to Arla. “This is one of my enchanted mirrors. Where did you find it?” “Um, from the antique store in town,” Arla replied.

Is the multiverse getting tired of my interventions? I kept asking myself for hours, days, weeks; but the truth was that I didn’t care even a little about the answer. I just wanted to see her. A low flicker arose from the mirror I built with the crystal, it was a mere copy, a copy of the mirror I once saw in a dragon’s room; it was a poorly made and obviously depressing copy, but it was enough for me.

Inside, the tower was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, each filled with ancient artifacts and arcane symbols. In one chamber, we found a large, ornate mirror framed in gold. Its surface shimmered with a strange, otherworldly light. As we approached, the mirror began to show visions—snapshots of possible futures, some dark and ominous, others filled with hope and triumph. We realized that the mirror was showing us potential outcomes of our quest, depending on the choices we made and the paths we took. It was both a guide and a test, forcing us to confront the consequences of our actions.

The entire room was like a small apartment, she thought then she gasped and facepalmed upon remembering that she's actually in an apartment complex. She saw that there was a door beside the wall wardrobe, about a few inches away from it. She sauntered to it, curious what lies behind the mysterious door and she squinted her eyes, lifting her free arm to cover them because of the gloriously gleaming treasures hidden behind the door. It was a bathroom, a dignifiedly neat one, with marble-like restroom fittings and fixtures. Even though she was a few feet away from them and she has quite the bad eyesight, she thought she regained her 20/20 vision and could easily see and recognize all the neat s

With the amplification potion that she concocted, she had foregone The Forest of Giants by apparating to the edge of Devil's Lair. In less than a day, she was already climbing down the treacherous steps to the center of the earth. Once she had arrived at the base of the Devil's Lair, she was stopped by two portal guardians, Keeper Dwarfs who guarded the Infinity Mirror zealously. If she was any other witch, they would have commanded her to turn back. However, she knew of the dwarf's weakness, they have an obsession over pixie dust, a fine gold or silver powder, which the Crimson Bay had in abundance.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

He passed through the bright light, allowing himself to be robbed off his sight for a few seconds, and opened his eyes to a sight he hadn't seen in ages. "This is definitely the right place," the hooded god mumbled and walked forward. All around him several loud banging sounds could be heard as many dwarves rushed by, paying him no heed. Every dwarf either held a hammer or several iron ores. A few of them carried precious stones and minerals too rare for the universe to see, and fewer still handled flames that could have easily roasted any planet into oblivion - any planet but the heat resistant planet of Nidavellir! "This place hasn't changed at all. This is really Nidavellir."

"Do not look into the mirror-quartz." "Too late for some," Vance muttered under his breath, gesturing with his torch toward the base of a jagged crystal pillar. Half-buried in the black quartz were the crystallized remains of ancient dwarven explorers, their faces frozen in expressions of pure, silent agony. Suddenly, the cold air warped. A high, oscillating chime echoed off the cavern walls, vibrating directly inside their skulls. The black quartz columns around them began to pulse with a sickly, violet sheen, reflecting not their current forms, but monstrous, twisted caricatures.

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

Chapter 42 On the third day in the mountains, they found the Cave of Mirrors. It was no ordinary cave. Its walls were not of stone, but of a material as black and smooth as obsidian, which reflected not their bodies, but fragments of their souls. Here, the whispers were louder, almost deafening. "We can't go on," Jarek yelled, his hands pressed against his ears. "This will drive us all mad!" "We have to keep going," Aurora replied, her voice strangely calm amidst the chaos. "It's the only way to reach the Valley."