Mirror Novels & Stories

"I told you, Chris, I'm good. I can handle even a walking replica of Becky." "Okay then, I will forward the details to you. Goodnight." "Goodnight Christy." Finally pulling out the key, he let himself inside, checking for intruders, and spy cameras, and maybe the pet he never had. He stared at the mirror, his eyes piercing through his own reflection. He noticed the writing on the glass. What the hell is this? He hauled his face closer, strained his eyes trying to see the letters scribbled on the glass.

” you don't look like any of what you've said and. Her answer was stopped in the middle when her eyes made contact with mine for the first time. I could notice how they dilated and how her breath came out shallow. “Are you okay?” I asked with my voice deep and full of emotions as I bent toward her. “I... yeah, I'm fine, it’s just... your eyes remind me of someone else – She muttered looking down to her phone in her hand.” Anyway, my phone went crazy and I don’t know how to fix it. I can’t make calls or send messages, so basically, I have a camera in my hands.

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

she said and entered into the dressing room going to stand before the mirror. “ you don't believe me ” he said smiling. “ of course I do ” Elia replied and was finally at ease when she saw that her eyes were complete. She gasped when Magnus hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her neck staring at her through the mirror. “ did you lose one eye over there ” he asked her. “ yes, and my skin was greenish and looks old ” Elia replied immediately. “ but you're back to yourself now, so you don't need to worry about it again alright ? ” he said and Elia nodded her head

There are phones everywhere and anyone can film me without my consent or knowledge at any time. It's amazing how my thoughts can distract me and wander as I stare in the mirror. The ghost staring back at me in the mirror is someone inwardly know anymore. I don't recognize myself. I only see pain, anger, and fear in the eyes of the woman in the mirror. She is angry. She isn't there, I want to be. Rosa knocks and knocks. I forgot she was there. I was so lost in thought that all noise was canceled, blocked out by fear.

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.

She tentatively reached out to touch her own image, as if confirming that it was really her. "It's a mirror," Zora explained, "...and it reflects the image of whatever object that is placed in front of it, just like what you see on a still water." Melinda's eyes widened with wonder. "Woah!" she exclaimed, her mouth hanging open. "I can see myself!" Zora nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I can also see myself. But I can see beyond myself. I can see myself in y'all…" he trailed off, his voice becoming slower and more deliberate.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Mallory wouldn’t want to sneeze on it unless she wanted to powder her face with that. There was a mirror on top of it, with both sides held firmly by hands carved out of stone. Mallory looked at her reflection in the mirror when she noticed was at an odd angle. It was somehow tilting downward, making her see her body more than her face. And her image was distorted to some degree, as if the mirror was bent in all directions.

But here—in this dead land—it pulsed like a heartbeat trying to keep her tethered to something real. “I can feel it,” she whispered. “It’s close.” They pressed on. Eventually, the trees opened into a clearing—silent and circular, ringed with stones carved with runes so old even Long didn’t recognize them. At the center stood a mirror. Not in a frame. Not hanging. It rose from the earth like a blade. At least twelve feet tall, silver and black, the surface shimmered like moonlight on deep water. But when Emma stepped forward, it did not reflect her.