Mirror Mirror Witch Novels & Stories

"I'll send you through the mirror, to those who I think can help you best to answer the witch's riddle.... But, if you answer wrong, cara puellashe'll put your head on a wooden stake." Indra stares into the mirror in front of her. She can see her two best friends lovingly embracing each other deep in the mirror’s reflection. She is so happy to see them again that she does not think twice and steps over the frame and straight through the ripple in the glass. The mirror arcs from her eager movement -before it illuminates brightly and shatters into thousands of small pieces.

Luca's reflection looked back at him, strong, unreadable, the faint shadow of fatigue softening his edges. But beside him, Alessia's eyes glimmered with something beyond fear, curiosity wrapped in destiny. She stepped closer, her voice steady yet trembling underneath. "Show yourself," she whispered. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the surface of the mirror rippled, distorting their reflections as if the glass had turned to water. And then, she showed. The witch woman from the old stories. "Lapátásodà Vàlká". Her figure materialized in a swirl of mist, draped in shadow and light, her face pale yet disturbingly beautiful.

Like being remembered by something that shouldn’t be alive anymore. The Mirror Witch didn’t move like other witches. She moved like reflection—not substance but echo. Her limbs were jointed too fluidly, her head tilting like a question no one had answered yet. She wore no color. Just layers of gauze over a frame too thin for comfort, sleeves knotted with red twine and tiny charms shaped like tongues and eyes. I remembered the last time I saw her. That veil had hovered over me like a verdict. Kael had nearly ripped her apart to stop it. Now he stood behind me again, quiet. But I could feel the coil in him.

“You have your mirror?” “Yup. Put a salt circle around the captives,” she said as she set the mirror to the floor and grinned. “It’s a good thing that witches don’t believe in seven years of bad luck,” she said as she crunched down on it. She leaned over the broken shards until she could see her reflection. “Energy flows where attention goes, reflect the energy high and lows, protect me now until it’s done, mirror their hate and make them run.”

Together, we stepped into the Temple of the Veil. It was darker than night inside, despite the glowing runes etched along the walls. The air shimmered with ancient magic, thick with memory. The walls trembled, whispering names I didn’t recognize—wolves, witches, gods long gone. And then we saw them. Seven women in black robes, faces veiled in silver masks. At the center of their circle, a stone altar. Upon it—a crystal mirror, swirling with smoke and fire. The Mirror Gate. One of the witches turned. Slowly. And when her mask lifted—

The assassin—a wraith in black—melts into the darkness. Claire’s breathing hard, pressed against the wall. "They’re here for the dagger." I know. I know. The mirror hums , the witch’s whispers slithering into my skull. "Little wolf... you don’t belong to them. You belong to me ." I grit my teeth. "Shut up." Claire’s staring at the mirror, her face slack. No. No, no— I grab her shoulders. "Don’t listen to her!"

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

"Aside that, have you considered the risk this could bring to your family, yourself and your child?" I almost laughed but then pressed it back inside. "I have no family and I know alpha Asher. No matter how much of a devil he might have been to participate in a scheme to trick me and take me back to Nick, Asher would not harm his child." I walked over to the window. It amused me how witches were able to create a magical mirror in a cave that could see the oustside world. They said they had done it for me. They wanted me to not be as bored as I would be without them. The cackling one assumed she was fun.

The trees that lined the courtyard were lush and green, and the leaves rustled gently in the wind. Miranda’s outfit was that of a typical witch from the Shadows Covens. Her black dress clung to her curves and was adorned with various gemstones that sparkled in the light. She had a cloak draped over her shoulders, and her long black hair cascaded down her back. Her eyes, which were a piercing green, were lined with kohl, and her lips were painted a deep red.

Someday, Gideon may need to teach both Rafe and any children Rosie and I have, how to be witches while I teach them how to be wolves, because if they are anything like my Rosie, they will be powerfully double-blessed. I move aside some clothing and a few books and find at the very bottom of the trunk the source of all the ringing. Wrapped in silk, and wrapped in a strong leather case is a silver mirror. It is a beautiful piece of art. The frame is shaped to look like a forest of trees, their branches creating a lace filigree of their branches, which blossom with large dogwood flowers that almost seem to grow and change before my eyes.