Mirror Puzzle Novels & Stories

I wheeze and wipe the tears from my cheeks, “this definitely is a first. Never thought I’d see a demon admiring himself and calling himself sexy. You’re something else, my friend.” As I slip my phone back in the pocket, Ragh looks disappointed, so I wink at him, “I’ll buy you a small mirror you can carry around and admire yourself whenever you please.” “Mirror,” he hums but clearly doesn’t understand the meaning behind the word. “Yeah, it’s a tiny flat object you can carry around wherever you go and look at yourself. Don’t break your brain thinking about what it means, alright? I’ll explain it when I get one for you.”

There was something maternal about the way she interacted with Elara, a gentle presence that had become a source of comfort over the years. As they walked through the gallery, Miriam’s attention was drawn to a small painting tucked away in a corner—a piece Elara had painted herself. It was abstract, filled with sweeping strokes of deep blues and vibrant oranges, representing the emotional turmoil Elara had experienced during her battle with Cassia and her journey toward healing. Miriam paused in front of the painting, her gaze thoughtful. “This piece,” she said softly, “it feels so personal. Like a reflection of everything you’ve been through.”

We exchanged a glance, a silent agreement that we were ready to face whatever awaited us. As we advanced further into the chamber, the environment shifted, morphing into a labyrinth of mirrors. Each reflection held a distorted image of ourselves as if mocking our journey and challenging our perception of reality. "Stay focused," I reminded myself, my voice steady despite the disorienting surroundings. "These mirrors are illusions meant to deceive us. We must trust our instincts and look beyond the reflections."

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.

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

She couldn't contain her amazement at what she saw. When the sun was already at the right angle, the odd mirror reflected three light rays in different directions; right, left, and the center part. Sitting in the center almost blinded her. Mallory stood up and followed the light ray. It was pointing at a fishbowl on top of a stone small carved pillar. “… Huh?” Mallory expressed her confusion. Why is a fishbowl here? Then she looked at the other two and noticed that it was pointing; the right was pointing at a painting and on the ground. There was a trapdoor.

The lights flicked back on, momentarily stunning me with their brightness. I swept my eyes to Orion’s, expecting him to continue when something across the room captured my attention. There were mirrors along the walls. Hundreds of them, all wrapped in golden frames that caught the brunt of the twinkling light. Each one was the same size and shape—similar to that of a door. I suppose I should’ve been surprised when one started shimmering, the glass rippling as though it were water disturbed by an errant stone. With a snarl, Orion pushed me behind him. I peered around him, through the plumes of flame that engulfed his body, in time to see two forms emerged from a single mirror.

"Here we are." He smiled at me and pointed to the mirror in front of us. 'My God, is there some kind of mechanism here?' I wondered inwardly. While I was thinking about it, the store owner spoke a strange series of numbers into the mirror. "55066." Suddenly the mirror gradually rippled as if a stone had been thrown into the surface of a lake, and in no time, the mirror completely changed to a different scene. A room with Ottoman-style decoration appeared in front of my eyes.

In its center, resting on a cradle of obsidian root, was an object none of them expected to see. A mirror. But not reflective. It was matte. Shadowed. It absorbed light instead of returning it. Jessica approached it, breath hitching. “It’s the Uncoded Mirror.” Torin crossed his arms. “The one Helix tried to replicate. And failed.” Eleni moved beside them. “Because it doesn’t show what we are. It shows what we refuse to become.” Lena stood before it. And the room fell still again. “I thought we came to remember,” she said.

The surface of the mirror begins to ripple, distorting our images even more than before until they slowly begin to fade to gray, which is then replaced with blackness. “Merlin Devona Alestra Avalonia..” she finishes then turns to me. “Mirrors are a type of portal,” she explains. “Not as good as shadows, which fall between light and dark where reality is fuzzy and easily changed, but still good. When we see ourselves in the mirror, it is us but not us, another not-quite-there space. A “tween” space.” "What happens next?" I'm shaking now, struggling to keep myself here, present and not screaming. "What do I need to do?"