Mirror World Novels & Stories

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

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?"

"No, the garden remained as it was. I had to create a mirror verse that serves as a barrier between what you saw and the real world." "What does that mean?" "You would have hurt yourself and destroyed the entire garden if I had left you alone to react to what you were seeing. You did move, you did run away and try to fight it off, but your movements had no impact on the real world because I had placed you in a mirror verse, it's a world that mirrors the real world but isn't affected by it." Ivy shook her head trying to process everything she was learning. "Let's try it again. I want to try this again."

"This mirror is not just a key; it's a beacon. It's reacting to the runes!" Suddenly, the mirror started levitating, its surface rippling like liquid silver. From its depths, an ethereal voice echoed, speaking in the Lost Language. As the words filled the void of space, the wormhole responded, its energy surging and creating ripples that resonated with the mirror's frequency. Darius, looking around in awe, said, "The universe itself is reacting to the mirror. Whatever lies beyond this wormhole must be of immense importance."

The air grew thick with anticipation as the grove shimmered with a soft golden light. In that moment, visions began to swirl around me, revealing fragments of my past, present, and future. They showed me moments of joy and moments of despair, the heights of success and the depths of vulnerability. I watched as the threads of my life wove together, creating a tapestry of experiences and emotions. But amidst the visions, a mirror materialized before me—a mirror that reflected not only my external appearance but also the essence of who I was. As I gazed into it, I saw my deepest desires, my greatest fears, and the vulnerabilities that lay hidden within.

I answered quickly as he sat down with the mirror in his hand, I moved closer immediately closing their little space between as I watched him caress the frame of the mirror "Is that part of the process of making it work?" I asked excitedly moving closer even when I was literally touching his bare skin. "No, it's not," he chuckled there’s no process, I’m just admiring its beauty," he added looking down at me and I lifted my head up feeling his gaze on me but couldn't look for long because I was too close to him to the point where his lips were just in my face when I looked over my shoulder to see him "the mirror has the power to show the past and the present perfectly. It is called the mirror

"Hmph, I knew something was off earlier. It seems your true essence is fused with this mirror." Wilbur's eyes widened at the sight of the mirror. Regardless of the situation, the mirror's ability to create a world with a time flow a thousand times faster than the outside was a priceless treasure. Wilbur exclaimed, "Hey, no, don't!" Boom! But it was too late. Before Wilbur could finish speaking, the bronze mirror exploded in the dimensional guardian's hand, instantly turning to dust.

The Watcher's smile turns predatory as he produces something that shouldn't exist—a mirror crafted from obsidian so pure it seems to absorb light itself, its surface rippling with veins of silver fire that pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat. The frame appears to be carved from crystallized starlight, edges sharp enough to cut reality itself, and when I look at it, my reflection doesn't show. Instead, the surface writhes with possibilities, showing glimpses of futures and pasts that exist in the spaces between what is and what could be.

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

Broken glass crunches under my boots. "They will pay for this. Every last one of them." Colin tilts his head, but he does not interrupt. I turn from the shattered table and storm toward the far wall where the black root vines twist from the ceiling like veins. I speak an ancient command, and the vines part slowly, revealing a mirror made from moonstone shards. It shows the world beyond the Hollow. The forest. The Starlight Pack’s path. I can almost smell the smugness rolling off them as they return home, victorious.