Mirror Souls Novels & Stories

At the center stood a mirror—tall, arched, rimmed in obsidian, bound with twisted roots and thorns. It gleamed. No dust. No cracks. No hesitation. Seren drifted closer. Every step felt heavier, as if gravity itself was thickening with what she carried. She reached out—and the mirror shimmered. She did not see her face. Not truly. Instead, a version of herself appeared: draped in moonlight, crowned in peace, not in ash or fire. Her hands were gentle, unscarred. No spiral marred her palm. Behind her, Kael stood, eyes bright and unburdened. Vessa laughed, Lucien’s smile was easy, and a child—her child?—reached up, hand entwined with hers.

Someone shook my arm, and I realized I was screaming as I held my head, trying to fight all those images and trying to fight Kiran’s pain as he relived it. “Be gone,” Jessica said, and I opened my eyes as the images blurred in front of my eyes before disappearing. Kiran lay on the floor just inside the sliding doors, and I turned toward him. He was breathing but still unconscious. I reached out to him but he disappeared, and Malachi was there in an instant. “No! Not again! No, no, no!” “Hylja sála,” I whispered, feeling weak. I saw Kiran in the other realm where his magic had taken him to recover. I got up and ran to his floating body and tackled him back to the floor, as I pulled us back to

And I knew, with cold certainty, that Morwen had just gained a weapon far more dangerous than Veyra’s lies or Elian’s betrayal. Morwen stood panting in the wreckage of her sanctum, her staff held in her white-knuckled hands. Before her, was the Scrying Mirror,the obsidian surface that had ignored her pleas for a very long time,now blinking and shining with liquid silver light. And across its surface, a hairline crack glowed faintly blue. She hadn’t meant to break it. She’d only thrown her staff in anger after I left, aiming for nothing but the wall. But the mirror had turned.

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

It looked like a bruise on the sky, pulsing with a rhythmic light that made the hair on my arms stand up. "It’s a Tear," Maya said, appearing at my side. She was clutching her chest, her eyes wide with a reflected purple light. "It’s crying, Mama. The sky is crying again." "The mirrors," I whispered, realization dawning on me. "The 'Solstice' mirrors are still in orbit. We broke their alignment, but we didn't deactivate their power source. They’re still drawing energy from the sun, but without the Director to guide the beam, it’s just... bleeding into the atmosphere."

Mason kept checking his mirrors. His line was completely ruined. Every corner entry was hesitant. He was afraid. The shadow from twenty-eight years ago was now chasing his rear bumper in a form he could see and feel. He tried to block me with dirty line changes.

The white-hot energy crackling along the crystalline edges bled off a heat so intense it began to warp the frozen, sterile air of the sanctuary. "They are visually tracking our movements through the flawless reflections of the glass floors," Malakor hissed, his violet eyes locking onto the mirrored surface beneath his boots. Every shift of his weight was mirrored a thousand times in the polished white depths. "They do not look at us—they look at our reflections to predict where our blades will land. Let us take away their mirrors."

“What am I looking at?” “A spell she created about six months before she cursed the Veyraths. It’s called the ‘Mirror Bond.’” Iris traced one of the symbols. “It’s designed to link two souls so completely that they become reflections of each other. What one feels, the other feels. What one knows, the other knows. Complete, total unity.” “That sounds…” “Terrifying? Intimate? Like the worst idea ever?” “All of the above.”

And everywhere, there are mirrors—not glass, but pools of liquid mercury suspended in mid-air, showing reflections that shift and change. "The first trial," Kael murmurs, shadows already beginning to coil around his hands. "Illusion." As if in response to his words, the mirrors begin to glow. The reflections within them blur and sharpen, and suddenly we're not alone. I see myself—or versions of myself—stepping out of the mirrors. But they're wrong. One is wearing the robes of a Moon Sanctum priestess, her eyes empty and dreaming. Another is covered in blood, her expression wild and mad. A third is older, regal, wearing a crown made of bone. And they're all walking toward me.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Yaran, the lightbearer who first conjured the twin moons hid the mirror of mirrors in the Night Court. It is hidden in the lake. But, I want you to reconsider your decision. Using the mirror of mirrors is dangerous" "We just can't let the enemy win" Theo said with a pensive look on his handsome face. "Isn't there a way we can use the mirror of mirrors without endangering our souls?" I asked. "Yes, there is. But the solution is almost impossible" Ivagon said. "What is it?" Ivagon started to fade away."The person who uses the mirror of mirrors must have an anchor to his or her soul. If the anchor is not strong enough, the two souls will be trapped in the mirror of mirrors