Mirror-mirror Fruit Novels & Stories

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

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!

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

She smirked, setting out the plates and she proceeded to scoop cups of rice inside the small sack. “It is not about what you think, Yana.” “So, what it is all about?” Yana asked, trying to figure the statement I uttered. “Can we take this mirror off, Yana?” “What do you mean?” Yana wondered, wiping off the bottom part of the rice container before putting it back to its shaft. “Yana,” I came closer to her. “When the mirror has gap, there is a possibility that the mirror is two-way. It means that there might be the back of it can be seen by others from there to here.”

‘The Great Mirror Spell! ‘Holy sh*t, this really is… a reliable Forbidden Spell. I won't have to use the mirror to create mirror images from now on.’ More importantly, there was amazing merit within the Great Mirror Spell. The actual body could shuffle between the mirror images without limitations. Just as Alex’s consciousness was about to return, another lotus flower bloomed, making him run over again. This flower seemed rather weird, as the spell it gave was called ‘the Great Rage Spell.’ ‘Huh? What the hell? Raging is a Forbidden Spell? This is kind of useless!’

Walking back to me, Mirra handed me the glass and ordered me to drink. I looked at the gooey green liquid and cringed. Bringing the glass up to my lips, I took and small sip and the muscles in my face immediately reacted. "Uhh... How is this going to open my appetite?" I asked, earning myself a chuckle from Mirra. "Herbs are not meant to be sweet my Queen, they're meant to heal. Now drink up." Pinching my nose with the tip of my thumb and index finger, I downed the entire drink in one break and pressed my palm against my mouth the stop it from coming back up.

"Whatever you have, Emily," The little girl pulled out from underneath the stall a basket of fruits of all shapes and colors. Each little finger pointed at each fruit and said, "The black dragon fruit helps the fire-system spirit beast increase its attack power. The blue hedgehog helps the ice-system spirit beast increase its defense; the spiny hedgehog helps the spirit beast level up; I am not sure what effect the red avocado has. Most of them come from murky forests." "Heavy goods, yes?" Aoip asked.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

I said, wanting her to see exactly what I had seen. I quickly brought my sleeves to the middle of my hand in preparation. My wrists then moved to open the large cloth. We were met with a large mirror that had the same name imprinted on it, “Oragon,” We both gasped at what we had saw. The mirror looked powerful. It was as if it drew us both inside. By the side, was a wooden polished structure, which added to the beauty. “Mum? What do you think we are supposed to do?” I asked.

Her friends said she had become obsessed with “the woman in the mirror.” That evening, as the sun set, I stood in front of the mirror again. This time, I spoke directly to it. “Who are you?” My reflection didn’t move at first. Then it slowly smiled, a smile I had never made. It raised a finger and wrote on the inside of the glass, the letters appearing backward so I could read them: **“I am what’s left when you look away.”** I smashed the mirror with a chair that night. The glass shattered into hundreds of pieces across the floor.