Mirror Poems 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.

(LACRIMOSA) LOCK and imprisoned, yet a glass wall away from each other. Tears fall and escape within the Princess's eyes, like worry, hate, and desperation across the Prince’s face. Trap in glass imprisonment as a thick wall of clear mirror separates the both of them. Everything shattered outside and around them, as glass shards of the mirror are falling with each piece that are reflecting the memories of the past and what they both hold near and dear unto their hearts.

If a Fear Monger attacked, he’d be the one it would try to goad with its fear tactics. “Will the mirror work tonight with the moon in a different phase?” Everyone heard Gemma’s confusion in her voice. “If you look more closely around, you’ll realize there are several more niches around the arbour. Those are there for different times of the year when the moon is in a different place in the sky. Now you understand how lucky I was that you not only chose to set the mirror into a niche at the right time, but you chose the correct niche too.”

he said. The mirrors trembled violently as the reflection screamed and clutched its face in horror. “No! That is not allowed! You can’t smile unless you wait!” The glass cracked; one by one, the mirrors began to break apart. Camela held onto her smile through her tears and whispered fiercely, “I hate promises. I hate waiting. And I hate you.” The last mirror broke and exploded into shards of white light. Silence enveloped the atmosphere. Camela gasped for air, her chest throbbing with pain. Vincent pulled her close against him, his voice dropping low with awe.

But in that warped glass, I saw petals falling—not from the scar, but from the mirror itself. Like a tree blooming in reverse. The petals didn’t fall to the ground. They hovered. Then began swirling, forming a circle behind my reflection. I stepped closer. And my reflection... did not follow. --- It stayed still. Watching me. And then—it smiled. A smile that didn’t belong to me. Didn’t belong to anyone living. “You shouldn’t have freed her,” the reflection said softly. My lips didn’t move. But I heard the voice in my own throat.

The Mirror Room wasn’t built for comfort. It was made to fracture reality, to dismantle the sense of self. Floor to ceiling, the room was encased in flawless, polished glass. Every breath, every blink, every heartbeat reflected a thousand times over. There were no shadows here, just distortions—haunting, endless versions of whoever dared to step inside.

she gasped, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. My brow furrowed in confusion. What exactly was she saying? “Calm down, what is a mirroring spell?” I asked, my voice low and unsure. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. “You mirror someone else’s pain and connect it to a person close to them, making them suffer. The mental drainage uses up a person’s life force, and they die together with the other person”. The gravity of it hit the room. She looked around the sterile white walls of Tulip Bay Medical Center, appearing terrified. She seemed to have completely forgotten I was even in the room until she turned back to me, her voice breaking.

Those who were cursing me moments ago were now holding their breath. Every single eye turned to Tania, who was shaking like a leaf. "No... it's not like that..." Tania shook her head frantically, her voice shrill. "It's a lie! It's a trap Evelyn set up!" But no one bought it. The Blood Mirror was an artifact of the First Vampires. It never lied. Valerius rose to his feet. Hellfire blazed in his eyes. The crushing aura of a Lord suffocated the room.

“I’m waiting for her answer.” ⸻ Below, Miriam led Amelia toward a narrow alcove hidden behind the twelfth pillar. Inside stood a large mirror framed in polished cedar. Unlike an ordinary mirror, its surface shimmered gently like calm water. “What is this?” Amelia asked. “The Mirror of Keepers.” “It doesn’t show your face.” “It shows your choice.” Amelia hesitated. “I don’t understand.” “You will.” Miriam stepped aside. “Look.” Amelia slowly approached the mirror. At first she saw only her own reflection.

"If he’s cheating on me, I’ll have her head. I’ll kill them both." "Maria, wait," I said, but she wasn't listening. She was already limping toward the house, her emerald gown torn by the bushes. I looked down at the floor of the gazebo and saw something glinting in the moonlight. I picked it up. It was a small, silver pendant—a mirror-shaped charm. It was exactly like the one Diana wore. My heart dropped. The "Mirror of Malice" wasn't just a name for my marriage. It was a web, and we were all caught in it.