Mirror-mirror Fruit Novels & Stories

Chapter 2️⃣4️⃣ ❤️ Myrrak's Jealousy ❤️ She went back to the wardrobe and reached into the same hidden place where she had gotten the dark orb pendant. This time, her fingers touched something cold and smooth. She pulled it out carefully. It was a small hand mirror, round and old, with tiny gold around the silver frame. She wiped off the dust with the edge of her dress, gave it one last clean swipe with her palm, then cleared her throat quietly.

Vile, conniving, shit-hearted freak. One of them lifted her limp body off the bed so that the other could lie down, then laid her atop the horizontal one before climbing above her so she was sandwiched between them. Alaric’s frown deepened. “Hell no. I do not like this at all—” I raised my hand and swiped it across the moonmirror’s surface. “D’zarr vele’.” The mirror went black. I turned to face my friend. “Well? What do you have for me, besides the fact that you are just as confused and disturbed as I am?”

Then there was the mirror. It was shoved in a dusty corner of the garage, hidden under a tarp. Lyra had pulled it off, expecting to see her own face staring back. But the mirror didn’t reflect her at all. It just shimmered. She remembered frowning, reaching out to touch it, and then— Wham. Sucked in. The memory slammed into her. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God!” she gasped, springing to her feet. “I knew that mirror was cursed!”

I didn't touch any of the fruits or snacks she'd prepared just in case they were laced. Suddenly, with all my strength, I hurled the wine bottle at that long mirror. It didn’t shatter as I expected; instead, it left a small dent while the bottle shattered into pieces, red liquid splattering across both the mirror and the floor. I knew it—I had suspected this was no ordinary mirror. I stood there staring at the dent, breathing hard. The mirror began to clear. The fogging peeled back from the center outward. I could see what was on the other side and I nearly passed out.

“Search for 5 kilometers round. Now.” A small magic circle glowed golden on top of the mirror. The surface then wrinkled and turned a milky color. When the color settled, the mirror showed an image of a big nose. “Someone is in possession of it.” said Dorin. “Can you blow it up?” asked Seb, his voice dead serious. “What if someone just innocently picked it up?” Dorin asked surprised at his friend’s request. “It might be a kid, or a janitor, or something...”

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.

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

It had been a long day, and Mira decided that she did not have the energy to cook that night. “Come on, Anabelle. We're having apples for dinner. ” Back at Mira's cave, they picked apples off one of her trees and washed them with a canteen of water that she stored in a hollowed out bowl (made of tree bark.) Biting into the apple slice, Mira let out a moan at the tang that it had, looking back at Anabelle, who was gazing at her in shock. “What?” she laughed. “It's really good. Try yours. ”

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.