Mirror Realms Novels & Stories

He activated the crimson circle. The giant Blood Mirror above me glowed. A dark red beam pierced my veins. Agony shot through me like a million silver needles. It was pulling out my memories. The Crimson Trial drains a vampire's blood to project their past. It shreds the soul. It feels like burning under the noon sun. It is the cruelest punishment for traitors. I felt the mirror sucking my life away. But I didn't fight it. Instead, I felt a weird, perfect peace.

Closing on a person halfway through was a death sentence. The tear in the space before them formed. Enlarge and become something completely different from what they’d seen before. Instead of forming a ragged tear, it became a circular opening. They could see trees and other things on the other side. Not the opening into random chaos that both Larin and Hugo used. This disturbed them greatly, but they didn’t have time to think about it. It must have to do with the ritual being used with the mirror. “Alright, here we go. Keep walking when we get to the other side. We want to be as far away as possible.” Larin stepped forward, followed by Gemma, Becky, and finally Hugo.

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

He had the most comfortable feeling so far as he could remember in his entire life, and it was even accompanied by a sweet dream. All he knew was when he closed his eyes, and his lids covered over the surface of his eyes, darkness welcome, and in an instant, a light suddenly shone through, eating away the darkness that previously covered his eyes. The white light then transitioned quickly, and he found his vision covered with a dream-like scene. It was like the sky was split into two, and he was standing on the other part. It reminded him of the Uyuni Salt Flats in Bolivia when he went to the country for a business trip, one of the scenes that he personally considered as the most magical and

He raised his voice as i looked to him for at least water to swallow the pills but he turned away. "Paul, see something" The other guy called, pointedly to the monitor of his computer before he whispered. Then my gaze fell upon the phone that was placed on the bed, close enough to reach, if i stood -if i could stand. And then right in front of me as i sat up was a mirror. A full length mirror that unfortunately reflected the lean mess i had become. I could see my shoulder bones pushing through my skin and the bruises on my head and both the dried and the dripping blood my neck.

Scene 2: The Fire Mirror Hours later, they reached a vast cavern cut deep into the mountain’s side. The air shimmered with heat. In the center, a lake of magma bubbled angrily, and above it hovered a strange relic—a polished obsidian mirror framed in gold. Iris approached it cautiously, drawn by the power radiating from it. Her reflection shimmered in the surface, then twisted. She gasped. She saw herself—not as she was, but as she had once been. Nadia. Whole. Untouched by betrayal.

And I had no fucking idea how to reach them. Elara moved to the far wall and pulled out something wrapped in faded cloth. When she unwrapped it, I saw a mirror — warped at the edges, blackened in the corners. Old. Dangerous. “The Mirror of the Waking Realm.” she said, offering it like a spellbound curse. “It can show what a person believes is real. Not what is. Not what was. But what they believe now.” Sophia’s breath caught. “If she’s really rewritten their minds,” Elara went on, “then this might help us see what that looks like. But it comes with a cost.”

“It’s going well. The theme is about renewal and finding light after darkness, so it’s close to my heart.” Miriam looked around, her eyes twinkling with approval. “It’s beautiful, Elara. You’ve captured something very special here.” Elara smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Miriam had always had a way of making her feel seen—truly seen, in a way that few others had. There was something maternal about the way she interacted with Elara, a gentle presence that had become a source of comfort over the years.

Between two large oak trees stood an extraordinarily tall and wide, gold-gilded mirror. “What in the realms is that?” I asked. Caspian chuckled and helped me out of the carriage. “That would be the Pyli Vasileiou, also known as the Realm Portal. It takes you between the different realms and allows others to travel through, though each realm has a gate one needs to get through before they can, and only those of royal bloodline of each race can activate it.” “So, that means you can open it?” He nodded, then walked over to the large mirror. He closed his eyes and touched the middle of the mirror which caused it to ripple like water and suddenly there was a picture of a foreign place. I peered a

Natasha and Dave weaved their way through the enchanting labyrinth, their reflections multiplying and distorting with every turn. Amidst the mirrors, they came across a large, circular installation that stood at the center of the room. It consisted of suspended glass orbs, each containing a tiny, intricately painted scene. Natasha and Dave found themselves mesmerized by the miniature worlds, peering into each orb as if glimpsing into a hidden universe. Dave leaned closer to examine one of the orbs. "These miniatures are like portals to different realities. It's amazing how such intricate details can be captured within such a small space."