Mirror Poems Novels & Stories

Whispers of forbidden love and clandestine alliances painted a mosaic on the walls, and the very air seemed to vibrate with the essence of unresolved stories. The figure gestured toward an ornate mirror, its surface shimmering like a portal to another realm. "Reflections can be deceptive, yet they hold the key to unraveling the web of time," they murmured. As I approached, the mirror revealed glimpses of faces—my own, and others unknown. Each reflection hinted at a chapter in the saga, and the figure guided me through the reflections, unraveling the intricate knots of the narrative.

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

The voice coming from the mirror said. "Do well to sound respectful. I'm your mistress, you bastard." I said. The clouded face smiled. "I'm sorry mistress." "Much better." I walked to the mirror. "Fuck. Put on some clothes for crying out loud." The mirror said. "Unlike humans, I can see your 513-year-old ass." "Enough of that." I scowled. He was becoming rebellious these days. "Mirror tell me something." I watched my beautiful form in the mirror. "In all the land, who is the fairest maiden of them all."

He sighed. *sigh* And raised a hand to massage his temples. "A class 4 dark artifact…" He mumbled, and Director Bones asked about it. "What is it?" "The Mirror of Erised. Is an artifact that shows in its reflection the deepest desire that the person looking at has. Until here there would be no problems, but the mirror entrances the user and viewer to continue looking at its reflection and do nothing more. This mirror killed a lot of people by starvation simply by showing them their deepest desire being realised."

The moment he says it—of course—the ground shudders under our feet. “Oh, for the love of—” I don’t even finish the sentence before cracks start splintering up the cave walls like veins made of lightning. The light from the flower flares white hot, blinding, making all of us flinch. When the light fades, I realize we’re not standing in a cave anymore. We’re standing in a room made of mirrors. Everywhere I look—my reflection. Endless, stretched, warped in places like funhouse glass, but worse. They ripple like water when I move. And then…

Roman’s presence didn’t extinguish it , it fueled it. “I feel nothing,” she said, the lie smooth on her tongue. Roman’s eyes darkened, and a faint, dangerous smile ghosted across his mouth. “Lies suit you.” He stepped around her, their reflections separating. The moment broke like glass. Roman stopped at the table beside the mirror. Crystal decanters lined its surface, glimmering with amber liquid. He poured two glasses without looking at her. “Do you know why mirrors are sacred in our history?” he asked, tone soft, conversational again. “Because they reveal what the flesh conceals. A mirror never lies.”

I say, believing that I have finally worked out the gate's trap. "What do you mean by that, dear?" Lior asks in a curious tone. "The gate appears to work like a mirror, reflecting what is in front of it. In this case, it is the land we are standing on," I explain. "True. The gap between the poles works like a mirror. But how do we get in, honey?" King Tiras asks. "You cannot get into a mirror by approaching it," I tell. "However, your reflection disappears into it when you're walking away. I think that if we can make it look like we are walking away, the gate will let us into the other side," I tell.

Just smoke. And mirrors.

The Mirror Room occupied the entire third floor of the club, a single vast chamber where every surface—walls, ceiling, floor—had been replaced with seamless, high-clarity mirrors. Soft recessed lighting eliminated almost every shadow. The result was a infinite, shifting kaleidoscope of naked flesh. Couples and trios moved throughout the space, their bodies reflected a hundred times over in every direction, so that a single thrust became a corridor of identical thrusts stretching into endless distance.

"Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering. "Mira, nice name...are u a fresher? He asked looking me over from head to toe. "Of course, I'm even going to the auditorium for my last clearance. "Ohh, thought as much with the files on your hands, I'm walking towards that side. "Alright" I said clutching the files was holding on my chest as I caught him staring at my breasts. "Hope you don't mind me showing you around later, anytime you are chanced?