Mirror Souls Novels & Stories

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

As they wanted her to be. In one mirror, she was a child in a white dress, being sold by her father. In another, she was kneeling in the penthouse, breaking Kaelen for sport. In a third, she was locked in the auction cage, her eyes empty. In the fourth, she was standing over Isolde's corpse, her hands bloody, smiling. The Mirror-Heart Art. It did not just amplify love. It weaponized guilt. Mira screamed and covered her eyes. Sable roared and swung her hammer at the nearest mirror, but the glass reformed before the blow landed. Vesper fell to her knees, whispering Elara's name like a prayer, her hands pressed over her ears.

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.

Anna’s breath came in shallow gasps as the light slowly dimmed, revealing their surroundings. They stood in a vast, circular chamber unlike anything she had seen before. The Heart of Reflections was a masterpiece of shimmering beauty and menacing energyTowering mirrors lined the walls, each glowing faintly and displaying fragments of countless worlds. The floor beneath their feet sparkled like polished obsidian, etched with glowing runes that pulsed softly, as if alive. But the most striking feature was the massive mirror at the center of the room. It was the largest they had encountered, its surface impossibly smooth and radiating an ominous golden light. The air around it crackled with ene

After cleaning the broken tray, Mira excused herself earlier than normal. And the moment she stepped outside the chamber doors— She stopped breathing steadily. Her hands trembled violently. No. She knew what she saw. Twice. Not imagination. Not exhaustion. Something inside that mirror had looked back at her. And smiled. --- That night— Mira avoided mirrors completely. But sleep never came. Because every time she closed her eyes— She saw Elian’s reflection whispering silently through the glass. And somehow— Deep down— She felt certain of one terrifying thing. It knew she noticed it.

A mirror appeared before them, but it didn’t have their reflection. “Think about the moment that you remember Jazmine clearly,” Mira said. “This time, it’s going to be different. We’re going to interact with her.” “I noticed the incantation was different.” Liam took a deep breath, trying to find a clear memory of Jazmine that he had inside his mind. After finding the specific memory, Mira nodded to him to walk into the mirror. He walked in, and she followed from behind. They arrived in the penthouse. Liam looked around to find anything unfamiliar just in case someone tampered with his memories. But everything seemed intact.

maris what happened to my vision? Its prismatic or something." Amaris was not sure what happened. Did she do something wrong. "Anna. Look at that big rock on the ground in front of you." Anna looked at Amaris quickly. Amaris retreated behind the tree again. This alarmed Anna. "Amaris. What is wrong?" Anna went to take a step forward as Amaris poked her head around again. "Nothing. It's for my safety. Hopefully you will see why in a minute. Trust me. Now look at the rock again. Concentrate on burning a hole in the center of it." Anna stopped moving all together. "What did you say?" Amaris spoke quickly. "Don't look at me, in case you think of it and accidentally do it. L

He could walk away from any fight, and if the situation called for it, he could turn around and kill whoever had come looking for him. Sylas channeled a thread of power through his fingertips, feeding a woven strand of sableglow into the mirror. The ordinary-looking mirror lit up, and a soft white glow bloomed across the surface. It was gentle but enormous, laced with faint patterns that curled and shifted like something spinning through cycles of reincarnation. The light drifted across the mirror like a slow-moving river of stars, and the weight of countless ages pressed out of it.

These eyes send a chill down my spine: violet, razor-sharp, peeling away my defenses to reveal every weakness beneath. “Glad you could join us, Aiden,” Mirasol purrs, beaming in all her allure before the members of the A.S.S. It’s a large meeting room, since the building is so large, but she commands the entire room with effortless grace. “Since you’re already up here front and center, I can tell you would like to help us with a very important demonstration.” “What kind of demonstration?” My brain is groggy and I'm struggling to catch up. My voice is rough, and my instincts are already whispering that I’m in for some kind of well-planned trouble.

I did a good job, too, because it lay hidden there until my sophomore year when one phone call stripped those masks away, laying bare the Truth so I could see myself for what I was. *** As maybe you can imagine I avoid mirrors as much as possible. Can’t be managed all the time, obviously. I do have to shave, comb my hair and brush my teeth occasionally. There’s also the rear-view mirror in my cab, too. That’s somehow the worst. It focuses on my eyes. Everyone’s heard it by now. It’s used in countless stories, poems and movies when someone wants to sound insightful. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Cliché, but remarkably apt. I hate looking into my eyes. They’re dead and flat, which spooks m