Mirror Mirror Dwarves Novels & Stories

The forest path grew narrow as Anastasia followed the trail Matif had etched into her memory twisting through ferns and weeping willows until the trees parted into a clearing blanketed in eerie stillness. A crescent-shaped basin of water shimmered at the center, still as glass, rimmed with blue petals and glowing moss. The Mirror Pool. It was older than the kingdom itself spoken of in whispers, used only by those whose fates balanced on the edge of life and ruin.

Many hours were enacted and the sun finally set. The twins were beautifully dressed up and looked after by the maids. Mirabel stood in front of the mirror staring at herself with a pessimistic expression on her face. Her black raven hair was neatly adorned with golden jewelry, and her face was painted a bit. Her emerald green eyes stared through the mirror with pain apparent in them. If she has no luck, today might be the last day she will glimpse this earth and the people she loves.

Arthur said as he moved away from Ethan's room, while there was a wide smile on his lips, confirming that what was to come would not be good at all. Land of the dwarves Under the cover of night and the stillness of darkness, one of the dwarves was wearing a veil over his face to hide his features, and he was looking at what was around him. Perhaps there was someone following him. He approached the tree where the appointment should take place, and found Eros, the second leader of the Dark King, standing there looking at him angrily. “Why did you summon me here, you bastard?” The dwarf looked at him very angrily

The stairs ended in a cavern so vast the violet glow of the throne hall seemed pale in memory. At the center of the cavern stretched a pool of glassy water, its surface perfectly still despite the wind that breathed faintly from unseen cracks. But it wasn’t just water—it was a mirror, its sheen too sharp, too exact. The reflections it cast weren’t of the companions standing at its edge. They were… wrong. Mia froze, her stomach lurching. She stared into the pool and saw herself. Not as she was now, but cloaked in shadow, eyes burning with violet fire, her pendant glowing black at her throat. The reflection smiled at her, slow and cruel.

Atlas said and turned to Miera who thought about the possibility, “There is only one of this mirror, mother got the last one. Unless they’ve gotten their hands on a material strong enough to create a glass like this.” Miera said and tapped her chin. “And that in itself is outrageous because they’ll have to go down to the orcs for it, and we know how it is with those creatures, they never give anything for free, they would have to pay an outrageous price to get something like that.” Kai completed for her.

"If he’s cheating on me, I’ll have her head. I’ll kill them both." "Maria, wait," I said, but she wasn't listening. She was already limping toward the house, her emerald gown torn by the bushes. I looked down at the floor of the gazebo and saw something glinting in the moonlight. I picked it up. It was a small, silver pendant—a mirror-shaped charm. It was exactly like the one Diana wore. My heart dropped. The "Mirror of Malice" wasn't just a name for my marriage. It was a web, and we were all caught in it.

"Well, what should I do to get the treasure in the mirage?" Judith's grandmother got to her feet. "Wendis' mirage is more than just a reflection of the sun's rays. It's actually a special dimension, and one can only enter it if one emits a similar aura to the mirage. Your dragon aura is not pure enough, young man. If you can turn it pure, I think you might have a shot at getting into that special dimension. That's all I can say."

"I want to make sure that you're safe. Because to be honest I'm not feeling comfortable in this place and that grumpy man sleeping there feels the same also. What will you do now? They claimed that you are one of their family members, the long lost." Dawn sighed, turning his back on him to walk on the vanity table that was provided in the one corner of the room. She found a hair comb in there, and started combing her hair while staring at herself in the mirror, infront. Her hair length visibly grows and there's some brown hair color that helps to highlight her face. She just realized that she lost weight, her face became smaller even more and one more thing she realized. Last night was full

They were looking for Lucy, one of my maids. Lucy had stolen my magical mirror, which made it easy for me to communicate with the people of the underworld. The mirror brought out a door which was passed into the underworld, or if one wanted to communicate with the dead in the other realm. This mirror worked only if some spells were made before it worked its magic. Without this mirror, I might not be able to protect myself and the kingdom of Awima if I had no possession of it anymore.

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the