Mirror Mirror Dwarves Novels & Stories

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

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

However, it drew Sebastian's attention at once. The bronze mirror was shaped rather strangely. Although it was palm-sized, there were numerous holes on both sides of it. The holes looked transparent, but they weren't. There were three dragons on it which all looked different, and they looked exactly like the three magical dragons in legend that made rain in the clouds. It was the Mirror of Rain!

They were surprised when suddenly two red lights popped in that dark corner like eyes. “Hahaha we are just getting started, I still have the one you love the most. Hurry up hahaha!” He said it again so Kent immediately put his flashlight at the location of that red light and Lucas and Noah even backed away to see what it was. Before they can react the light once again lit up. “Doll?!” The two said in shock. “What is that?! Scary! Where did that come from?! Then the eyes are still red!” Noah said and they just looked at that doll while Kent was thinking. What exactly is happening? A doll and a fake Atasha?

I stood at the prow of the craft: my Tempered Heart drumming a steady, defiant sixty beats per minute, but the rhythm felt fragile, as if the planet were trying to pull the beat apart to see the trauma underneath. "The 'Mirror Wolves' are here: Solis." Aethel projected: their indigo light dimming as the planet reflected their own fading memories of the Great Thaw. "They are not creatures of flesh, but of 'Stagnant Light.' They are the part of us that refused to heal."

The elf answered more seriously. "While we have a moment," Aurora interrupted. "There is one item in the bag which I would like to discuss with you." The Empress reached into the sack and pulled out a beautiful guilded mirror. "This is one of a pair of mirrors used to send messages. I have the other." "A pair, you say?" Mairwen took the delicate object in her grasp. "How can you be sure there are only two?" Zan piped in, "Based on Gandr and our own tinkerings. We are confident only these two are connected."

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.”

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

"This is the official race inspection report issued ten minutes ago. It clearly states there were signs of deliberate damage to the brake line, and that the brake fluid contained a large amount of alcohol. "And this." I pointed at the big screen. The screen suddenly switched to surveillance footage. Although the corner of the garage itself had been a blind spot, Mason had missed one detail. The side mirror of the car parked opposite had clearly reflected him crouching beside my car with the hydraulic cutter in his hand. Looking at himself on the screen, Mason's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor. "No... that's not me... that's fake..." he struggled one last time.

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.”