Mirror Sylvia Plath Novels & Stories

VICTORIA'S POV The mirror stares back at me, silent and polished like a lie waiting to be told. I lean in, my breath ghosting over the glass, and for a second… just a breath of a second, I think I see her. Her. Sophia. Even trapped in that little illusion of a life, her face still dared to look peaceful. My fingers twitch. I want to smash the mirror. I want to crack that perfect little image down the middle, watch her smug smile bleed into shards.

I could sense the anger and mockery in his eyes when he looked at Sylvia, but beneath that, there was something deeper—a pain he didn’t know how to express. Earlier, he had refused to acknowledge her help, as though his resentment for her abandonment was the only way to cope with the pain. Or perhaps, he didn’t know how to face her after all these years without a mother. I couldn’t blame him for either reaction, though I wished the circumstances between them were different. I broke the silence, looking at Sylvia. “Are you able to use mind manipulation? I remember when you told us to run…” I recalled the powerful blue light Sylvia made her sapphire emit, the way my limbs had obeyed her instru

itself is not the cause of torment of the soul, but the life we leave behind us is. In my case, I don’t mind dying, but not before I right the wrongs done to my mother, to Aralyn and the Wengarthrian Elders killed by Ezel. I know that if I dare to look at other mirrors, my thoughts will come at me and will become part of my hell loop, part of my torture. That is why I’m going the extra mile and fighting tooth and nail to resist the urge to look at other mirrors. However, no matter how hard I tried to stay focused on the mirror of reality and shut off the noise echoing from other mirrors, I couldn’t. It was easier to control my mind, thoughts, actions and emotions in the first days of my imp

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

My whole body becomes limp, and I black out, everything becomes dark, all the light in me goes away, and I am left like an empty shell. “I love you, Lucian. Please don’t leave me.” I hear the same voice that was asking for help when I was in Westwood. The voice is soothing and beautiful. I see myself in a dark void with nothing in it and a light suddenly appears, the voice comes as an echo through the light. I follow the light hoping to find the person who is speaking to me, then I find myself opening my eyes. That’s when Sylvia comes out of the room, she is soaked with my blood I presume from head to toe.

“You should stop him!” I looked at the woman, panicking. I couldn’t just let anyone suffer in my place when it was my carelessness that got me here. It was my fault and no one else should die for it. “I have no say in whatever is happening outside the mirror, nor could I refuse a soul if it’s thrown in here. The mirror has its own will, and that is to take every soul that goes through it.” “Then at least let me talk to him,” I pleaded desperately, watching Lucius stand aside while Bentley walked over the mirror pushing the poor maid. I bet they just got her from the mansion without letting her know that she would be killed for no reason.

was behind that two-way mirror. I could see myself in that mirror as to how I creased my forehead and as how narrowed my eyes on it. I knew he was watching us behind that mirror. This mirror I was looking at isn’t just a simple mirror. Behind it was he could see us. I knew he was looking at me. “Leave it to me, Ms. Perry. You and Mr. Socrates can go now. Ms. Merryweather and I are going to talk. Alone.” I shivered when I heard Mr. Huntington on the speaker. I didn’t know why but sudden chills crawled down to my spine. I hissed secretly.

But it doesn't sound like her. Sydney came into view slowly. A blue flame is burning in both of her hands brightly. Her eyes are shinning in blue colour. There's an evil smile on her face. She got a glimpse of us but she looked like she doesn't know us. " She opened the hall of mirrors. Some soul must have possessed her body." Lydia informed us. Opening this room isn't a problem for Lilith but also a problem for my girlfriend. How are we going to save her? " I love to see you pleading. I want more." Sydney spoke. Her voice is so hoarse instead of her soft tone.

The room didn't just turn amber; it turned "Cold." From the Mirror, a figure began to emerge—not an Architect, but a "Reflection." It was a man who looked exactly like Silas Thorne, but his eyes were two solid pools of liquid silver. "The Mirror is not a looking glass," the reflection said. "It is a 'Peer Review'."

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.