Mirror World Novels & Stories

To focus on our archaeology project, Shane Holcroft and I had agreed not to have children until it was finished. I poured my heart and soul into that project for five years, yet with only one final site left before it wrapped up, I collapsed in front of everyone and found out I was pregnant. The team leader scolded me for being reckless, and my teammates worried I would be too weak to keep up and would slow them down. Everyone wanted to seize the chance to steal the credit I had fought for over five long years. Swallowing my anger, I sent the test results to Shane. Before I could even demand an explanation, I saw his message. It was not meant for me. He had forwarded the results to the f

Mira said, running a hand over the three-inch polycarbonate glass of my living room window. She tapped it with her knuckle. It didn't even vibrate. "Bulletproof. Blast resistant. Did you buy the 'paranoid billionaire' package or the 'supervillain' one?""The supervillain one comes with a laser shark," I shot back, tossing her a bottle of imported sparkling water. "I just went with the 'I want to sleep through the apocalypse without getting my head bashed in' package."Mira caught the water, popping the cap with her thumb.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

KILLIAN'S POV I hated the word Mirror the moment Vale said it. Maybe it was the way he explained it so calmly, as though replacing Jordan after his death was an ordinary medical process, but I had already heard enough. “How does another wolf become Jordan?” I asked. Vale looked at me and replied, “Stop thinking about identity. The Mirror does not take Jordan's face, memories or personality.” “Then what does it take?” I demanded. “His function,” Vale answered. “Once the original centre fails, the Mirror copies the Anchor's bloodline purpose.”

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

Of all the possible hiding places, this one made the most sense for finding it. And I was right. It doesn't take me long to find exactly what I'm looking for, leaning against a wall in a dark corner. Removing the cloth covering it, I find an old mirror edged in bright blue metal that is always warm to the touch. A solar mirror. I have tried communicating with the Celestial Kingdom with the usual methods, but they have been unresponsive. If what I read in my father's log books is true, this mirror has the ability to connect with any individual, no matter where they are located. If this works in the way I think it does, it won't matter where they are; the person I reach out to will be able to

Wulfric stepped forward, explaining, “These aren’t ordinary mirrors. They show you what you fear most, who you fear you’ll become. We each have to confront our own reflections to move forward.” Damien took a deep breath as he approached the nearest mirror. His reflection morphed before him, revealing an older version of himself, one burdened by leadership and failure, dark eyes filled with weariness. This vision sent a shiver through him—his fear of losing himself in the struggle for power and respect. Claud stepped up next. His mirror showed him wielding a fiery sword, a fierce warrior avenging his past, but with a shadowy figure of himself lurking behind, a reminder of the rage that could

The mirror seemed to be pulsing with an otherworldly energy, and Maya could feel its power calling to her. The Oracle nodded, her eyes glinting with approval. "Look into the mirror, Maya," she said. "And you will see the truth about yourself." Maya took a deep breath, and then looked into the mirror. At first, she saw only her own reflection staring back at her. But then, the mirror began to ripple and distort, like the surface of a pond. As Maya watched, a vision began to take shape in the mirror. She saw herself standing on a great, windswept plain, surrounded by towering mountains and deep, sparkling lakes.

The wolves exchanged uneasy glances, then followed. At the far end, the great mirror—the one that had hung above the council dais for generations—had cracked down the center. Its surface shimmered faintly, catching reflections that didn’t belong. In it, Kaelen’s image wavered and multiplied, shifting in and out of focus. He reached out, fingertips brushing the cold glass. The reflection flinched back—then steadied, staring at him with eyes that glowed faintly silver. Mireya swore under her breath. “Kaelen—”

Because it isn’t Draven who will rise. It will be me. The Mirror pulses beneath my palm, and I see flickers of what could be: wolves kneeling, packs burning, armies breaking against each other. And in the center, not Draven’s face reflected in the shards, but mine. My eyes gleaming back at me, crowned in shadow and flame. “You’ll have your war,” I whisper into the glass. “But not for him. For me.” The Mirror answers with a deep, hungry thrum, like laughter pressed through the bones of the earth.