Mirror Mirror Dwarves Novels & Stories

CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47 Warning: Resonance anomaly detected Source: < 1 meter I look up. There is a mirror standing in the middle of my room that was absolutely not there five seconds ago. Black cedar frame. Living blood-vines curling around the edges. My reflection stares back. Same pink Vans. Same Lakeside hoodie. Same twin tails. But the reflection is wearing the complete Crown of Dacia. Forty-seven pieces blazing like a dying star. And she is smiling with my mouth in a way I have never smiled in my life.

"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."

The Mirror Maw The sea was glass. Not metaphorically—literally. A flat, flawless pane stretching into infinity, reflecting the sky with terrifying precision. The clouds above and below moved in perfect unison. No ripples. No wind. Just silence and symmetry. Sefina whispered from the stern of the boat, “We’re here.” The Mirror Maw. The fifth tide. Jonas leaned over the side, staring down into the reflection. “It’s not water.” Maya joined him. Beneath their boat, their reflections stared up—not delayed, not distorted, but wrong. Maya’s mirrored self didn’t blink when she did. It smiled when she didn’t. Its eyes were darker.

“One House for the Living. One for the Reflection.” Her blood ran cold. Was this what her husband had tried to uncover? Was this what got him killed? The Mirror House… a twin of the Blackwell estate, built underground — perhaps as a reflection, perhaps as a prison. A place to trap what shouldn’t exist above ground. --- As she stood, she noticed something strange in the dust-covered walls. Paintings. They were similar to the ones in the real manor. But in these, the faces were wrong. Each portrait showed the same individuals — the brides, the ancestors, the children — but their expressions were twisted. Hollow. Some were bleeding from the eyes. Others grinned too wide.

Hans, wanting to ensure he received his share of the credit, stepped forward and said, "I have a treasure that can record images of this place as evidence." "Thank you so much, Hans," several immortals responded. Hans fished out a mirror and began recording the surroundings. However, what everyone saw left them stunned. The images captured by the mirror were completely different from what everyone else saw. In fact, they were two entirely different scenes. If an outsider viewed them, they would likely believe they were pictures of two completely different locations.

"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

There were small round windows on either side of the carriage and the view from above was breath taking. The trip lasted a week and Jon spent most of it vomiting. Traveling by air obviously did not suit the blacksmith. After a week they reached one of the entrances to the dwarf kingdom. Tired and saturated with small spaces, they disembarked from the boar. Around them were endless chains of mountains. But these mountains, unlike those in Velas and Malfer, were bare and depressing. They continued to the entrance where they were greeted by two dwarves. These dwarves were real warriors from Nio’s childhood stories. Jon was a muscular man, of robust and large arms, but their warrior torsos embar