Mirror Novels & Stories

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

Because for him, it has. “Prepare them,” he says casually. The guards move instantly. Not rushing. Not hesitating. Obedient. A massive object is brought into the chamber. It takes several warriors to carry it—an obsidian mirror framed in jagged stone that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. The surface ripples faintly, as if something beneath it is aware of being used. A communication relic. Old. Unstable. Powerful. It is set upright before Malrik. He steps in front of it, adjusting nothing, waiting for nothing. The mirror responds immediately to his presence, dark energy curling across its surface like smoke trapped b

She said in all seriousness and I gaped at her. When Violet uses your full name, you gotta be scared. Bitch has psychopathic tendencies. "I hate you". I groaned. "You'll love me someday". She grinned. "Now seat lemme fix your face". I sat on the vanity stool and she went to work on my face. When she was done, I looked in the mirror and was amazed as always. She always knew the best colours to use. Thereafter, she added some little waves to my platinum blonde Bob, parting it at the corner.

Arjun placed the chain in the corner of the couch and grabbed a pillow placing it above the chain like it will solve all their problems. "What are you―" "Sit down." Neal frowned but did as his friend said. "Did anyone see you while taking it?" Arjun asked pointing towards the chain which is now under the pillow. Neal looked towards it before shaking his head. Arjun let out a sigh of relief. "Listen to me carefully okay? It is not a simple chain like you think. Did you see the pendant?," Neal nodded." Turn it and look behind it" Arjun said. Neal turn the pendant looking close. A small capital 'R' with beautiful calligraphy stare back at Neal. He was surprised that he didn't noticed it until n

You go down first okay" I added as I pull him off from the window When he finally walked out I stared at the window and raised my brows when I saw Oab standing, I even saw how shocked he was, I smirked and closed the window " HAAA, you can't do anything now," I said while pulling down the curtain I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, I stared at my face in the mirror I brushed my hair up and pointed my face to the mirror " woohoo, I'm such a perfect man, look at this and" I said as I pressed my abs, " this biceps and these pouty lips" I turned the shower and heater on.

“Now I can scrutinize myself freely” Mane remarked as he stood within the walls of the relatively large bathroom. There was a bucket of water right next to him, and a large rectangular crystal called a Reflection Crystal bound to the wall that served a similar function to a mirror. Although the image that appeared in the crystal wasn’t as clear as a mirror image, it was pretty good and would serve the purpose for which Mane wanted it to.

The wolves exchanged uneasy glances, then followed. At the far end, the great mirror—the one that had hung above the council dais for generations—had cracked down the center. Its surface shimmered faintly, catching reflections that didn’t belong. In it, Kaelen’s image wavered and multiplied, shifting in and out of focus. He reached out, fingertips brushing the cold glass. The reflection flinched back—then steadied, staring at him with eyes that glowed faintly silver. Mireya swore under her breath. “Kaelen—”

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.