Mirror-mirror Fruit Novels & Stories

Wulfric stepped forward, explaining, “These aren’t ordinary mirrors. They show you what you fear most, who you fear you’ll become. We each have to confront our own reflections to move forward.” Damien took a deep breath as he approached the nearest mirror. His reflection morphed before him, revealing an older version of himself, one burdened by leadership and failure, dark eyes filled with weariness. This vision sent a shiver through him—his fear of losing himself in the struggle for power and respect. Claud stepped up next. His mirror showed him wielding a fiery sword, a fierce warrior avenging his past, but with a shadowy figure of himself lurking behind, a reminder of the rage that could

Liora, always the thinker, pondered, "It's about choices. We need to make a collective decision that brings balance." The mirror responded to our intent. The stormy side showcased scenes of power and dominance, while the sunny side revealed peace and unity. "We need both," Seraphina concluded. "Power to protect and unity to thrive." Taking a deep breath, we joined hands, focusing our energies on the mirror. The contrasting images began to merge, the stormy clouds parting to let in rays of sunshine, the divisions fading to create a harmonious Meranthia. The mirror then shattered, but instead of falling apart, it transformed into a portal, revealing the familiar landscape of Meranthia, its bea

“Remember this: the mirror shows what is true. It shows what it wants. When you seek, be simple. One question. One answer. No bargains. No lies.” A watcher named Jorin put his palm to the black glass and whispered the name of a lost child he wanted to find. The mirror breathed and showed a small face, sleeping under a rock. Jorin’s eyes filled and he stepped away. “Good,” I said. “We will use the mirror to map. Not to bargain. Not to hunt power. It is a tool.” Night came and the castle lit with low fires. I walked the battlements and listened to the patrols. I felt the kingdom move. It was like an animal shifting in sleep. Small muscles tightened. It would wake with speed.

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.

“If we redirect their attacks into the mirrors, maybe we can disrupt them!” As Logan’s clone sent a bolt of magic his way, he dodged at the last second, letting the spell hit a nearby mirror. The glass cracked, and the doppelgänger let out a shriek before flickering. “It’s working!” Ryan shouted. Mia quickly tricked her reflection into attacking a mirror, causing it to shatter. One by one, the clones began to fade as the mirrors cracked apart. Finally, only Anna’s reflection remained, staring at her with an unsettling gaze.

A thought came to her, "I haven't tried appraisal on myself, have I? The last time I checked my status was in the castle. Maybe I should try and see if it works for me. I hope nothing bad happens to me like a rebound or something. Since I need to look at an object to use appraisal…" Amy stands in front of a mirror and uses appraisal on her image. [Full-Length Classic Framed Wall Mirror] Can reflect light rays falling on it and produce its image. Size: 15 x 51 inch. It comes with a multi-purpose shelf. Very sturdy. "EHHH!!!! Did it show me the details of the mirror instead? So basically that means I can use appraisal on anything. I will have to try another method to find out my status. Just l

' I exclaimed silently. I quickly picked up the customized face mirror. The handle was made out of gold, and the oval-shaped mirror itself was showered with glittering gems! I almost fainted because it almost fell in the carpet. If it was broken, I don't know if I can pay for it even if I sell myself to a devil. This mirror is such bling-bling. So sparkly and expensively looking! I immediately put the mirror on my face to look at it. My eyes widen when I finally saw the girl in the mirror. I was shocked to say something when a pair of red-violet orbs stared right through me!

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

The gate was open. In the center of the courtyard stood a massive mirror. It was ten feet tall, framed in jagged black obsidian. It shouldn't have been there. It looked like it had grown out of the cobblestones. The surface of the glass wasn't reflecting the courtyard; it was a swirling vortex of violet and grey. "The Mirror of Souls," Hala’s voice drifted from the ranks. She pushed her way forward, her staff trembling. "It’s a Coven relic. Selene has left us a parting gift."

I wheeze and wipe the tears from my cheeks, “this definitely is a first. Never thought I’d see a demon admiring himself and calling himself sexy. You’re something else, my friend.” As I slip my phone back in the pocket, Ragh looks disappointed, so I wink at him, “I’ll buy you a small mirror you can carry around and admire yourself whenever you please.” “Mirror,” he hums but clearly doesn’t understand the meaning behind the word. “Yeah, it’s a tiny flat object you can carry around wherever you go and look at yourself. Don’t break your brain thinking about what it means, alright? I’ll explain it when I get one for you.”