Mirror Of Her Dreams Novels & Stories

Her breath trembled as she stared across the ruins. Aiden came up behind her, quiet as always. His presence was a calm tide, but tonight, it wasn’t enough. “What do we do now?” he asked softly. Iris’s voice was distant. “We find her. Before she finds us.” Scene 1: Echoes Beneath the Mirror Moon That night, sleep found Iris unwillingly. And with it, the mirror moon. In the dream, the sky bled. A moon fractured into twin crescents spun above her. Beneath it, a barren field stretched endlessly. And at its center—her.

"I was going to mark Amanda that night and then you come out and tell me about your dream. About the white woman in your dream, specifically." Harper met my gaze then and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What about the woman in my dreams? It had been some time since I had any dream involving her and I was glad. I was doing fine without the headaches and waking up in the middle of the night, thank you very much. "What about the woman in my dreams?" I asked Harper, casually shrugging my shoulders. "The description you gave me about the woman, matches the description of the moon goddess, Zara," Harper said and I gaped. It couldn't be!

Mara drifted in and out, half-dreaming, half-listening to the dripping water. When she finally slipped into sleep, it wasn’t rest. She dreamed of mirrors. Endless walls of them, stretching into infinity. Every reflection was her, but none were the same. Some cried. Some laughed. Some pressed bloody hands against the glass, begging her to take their place. And behind them all, the woman walked calmly, her glowing eyes never leaving Mara. “You see now,” the woman murmured, her voice echoing from every reflection. “You’ve always been one of us.”

Camille didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to return to her desk without collapsing to the ground or stumbling in her steps. When she reached her chair, she immediately sank into it, feeling the hot vestiges of anger running all over her skin. It was as though lava was overflowing through several parts of her body, not yet evaporating into thin air. ‘I need to calm down,’ she thought. When she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on her desk, she was almost startled at what she saw.

“I was taken from me.” Silence. He looked at her like he had not considered that. She pulled her knees to her chest. “I feel watched all the time,” she said. “Even when I’m alone.” “You are not alone,” he said. “That’s the problem.” That night, she dreamed, but not of Drogo, but a room made of mirrors. She walked, every reflection lagged, every face was hers, but wrong. Then one reflection smiled when she did not. “You’re mine now,” it whispered.

She was already sitting fully upright now, clutching the blanket around her, her eyes wide and full of worry. I reached the door, unlocked it, and swung it open—and there was Mira, standing there under the moon’s pale glow, her hair matted with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked like she’d run the entire way here without stopping. “What happened?” I asked immediately, my body tensing as I scanned her face for clues. Mira opened her mouth, but for a second all that came out was a shaky breath. Then, in a hoarse whisper, she said, “I... I had a dream. About the baby.”

she suddenly muttered. I quickly walked over to her. "What's wrong?" I asked and gently held her shoulders. "I saw myself again in my dreams today. Oddly, it didn't seem like me, but at the same time, it was me." She stared at me probably to know if I would think she was crazy. I sighed and made her sit on the table. "It's just a dream, Miranda. Just a dream, don't let it bother you." I gently ruffled her hair. She sighed and looked away as if doubting that it was merely a dream.

She lay down beside him and felt the mirror pulse against her chest and thought about the vision in the original mirror, the golden presence reaching through the charged Dreamveil air with trembling hands. Tonight she had gone to Lilith's ruins. She had seen the cost and the kingdom. She had looked into the original mirror and seen herself uncontained and felt the size of her wanting and survived it. Tomorrow night she would go to the Dreamveil. Not to almost touch. Not to shatter and snap back and lie awake burning with the incompleteness of it. She was going to finish what she started. The mirror sang against her skin in that low bone-deep harmonic, and her body answered it with a warmth t

The mirrors were tall, blackened obsidian—smooth as still water, humming with old power. Each twin was placed before one. Elira before the Moon Mirror. Theron before the Fire Mirror. The room fell silent. --- Elira’s mirror shimmered. She saw herself—older, taller, crowned in light. Wings of lunar silk spread wide. She danced through forests blooming in her wake. Children laughed in her presence. She sang peace into being. The mirror whispered: “You are the healer. The guide. The promise of what must be.” Elira smiled—and touched the glass.

she greeted him. He looked up at the mirror to meet her gaze there, he forced a smile, "Hi." Amber looked stunningly fresh even though she had far more parts in the movie than he was, her lips stretched wide showing a row of pearl white teeth. "I hear you're the next big thing, Tom, and from what I see ... I couldn't agree more." Tommy scoffed, he looked away, he was not in the mood for flirtatious comment. "This kind of lifestyle is not a bed for relationships, Tom."