Mirror Mirror Dwarves Novels & Stories

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."

This mirror was his portal to the past, and the only reminder of his cherished memories. He began to work his magic. He cast a spell to summon his memories. The mirror showed a glimpse of his childhood when he was a young boy around 7 years of age, leading a serene life in a small village close to a fishing river. Like every other time, he was taken aback by the pure and unaltered beauty of the world he lived in as a child. It was a long time ago and the memory seemed like another life time. His grandfather was the chief of the Warrior Elves and his clan was charged with guiding the boundaries of the world.

Natasha and Dave weaved their way through the enchanting labyrinth, their reflections multiplying and distorting with every turn. Amidst the mirrors, they came across a large, circular installation that stood at the center of the room. It consisted of suspended glass orbs, each containing a tiny, intricately painted scene. Natasha and Dave found themselves mesmerized by the miniature worlds, peering into each orb as if glimpsing into a hidden universe. Dave leaned closer to examine one of the orbs. "These miniatures are like portals to different realities. It's amazing how such intricate details can be captured within such a small space."

This mirror was his portal to the past, and the only reminder of his cherished memories. He began to work his magic. He cast a spell to summon his memories. The mirror showed a glimpse of his childhood when he was a young boy around 7 years of age, leading a serene life in a small village close to a fishing river. Like every other time, he was taken aback by the pure and unaltered beauty of the world he lived in as a child. It was a long time ago and the memory seemed like another life time. His grandfather was the chief of the Warrior Elves and his clan was charged with guiding the boundaries of the world. Disguised as ordinary nomads, they peacefully lived among humans and their beautiful

There was light coming from all the buildings, along the streets, and along the fortress walls. They could see long distances and in the dark with the help of spells. The two were looking into a 6ft tall mirror that was floating in front of them. The view on the mirror looked like it was from a bird, "these are humans, how can they not only survive but thrive in this place?" the tall beastman spoke in a curious tone. "What should we do? Should we try to contact them?" The short one sounded like a teenager.

She challenged. “We are Shadow Dwellers.” He spoke. “I am Daniel. Drake sent me.” “What the hell is that?” she said confused. “Drake from school? You’re joking right?” “No Ivy, we’ve been following you around since you moved here, to make sure you are who you’re supposed to be.” He spoke. “We see both shadows and whites, do you know what those are?” Shaking her head, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Right, so you four are from the nuthouse. Guess what? Get out of my house!” she growled shaking the knife at them.

Since the goblins were short, Matthew could see Rain, and the chimaeras standing in front of the crowd talking to some dwarves who were a little bit taller than most of the goblins. “What’s going on?” Matthew wondered to himself. “From their attire, they are Dwarven palace guards.” Theraphosa said. “What?” Matthew snapped his head at Theraphosa for a second and turned back to look at the dwarves. The five of them were silver armour and had a visible layer of blue barrier surrounding their entire body. One of the goblins noticed Matthew and Theraphosa and immediately pointed at them while shouting. This alerted everyone there. The dwarves also shouted something while quickly making their way

Each step left no shadow. In the distance, she could see them—fragments of glass jutting from the earth like the ribs of a fallen god. The Mirror Hall wasn’t a building. It was a ruin suspended between dimensions, half-solid, half-reflection. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “It’s a trap,” Kian replied grimly. “Probably both.”