Nora Roberts The Mirror Audiobook Novels & Stories

She didn’t enter this one, it entered her. A name whispered backward—And suddenly, she stood in a hall of glass mirrors, all reflecting not her, but the Prophet. Each version slightly different. One taller. One mouthless. One female. One covered in chains. One childlike. One her exact double. Each whispered: “Nyrah was a lock.” “Elara was the seal.” “We were the key.” And then—They shattered. And the voice behind her said: “The next time you look in the mirror, you’ll see me.”

Lora had always wish to make friends with Ora and hope they meet one day, Ora is rich like her and they would make a great friends. Not everyone knows about Nora's blindness, they wouldn't have believe, because the lady they normally see on T.v. and on live stage doesn't do as someone blind. Soon Lora slept off day dreaming about Paul Mirror. *** Valtan City: Robert pushed his empty plate away from him as a maid quickly came to take the plate away from the glass table. "Son this is the most delicious meal I have ever tasted. Again, your cooking remains me of how proud I am to have you as a son." Robert Mirror praise his son meal as he just finish eating a very hot delicious meal prepared by

“I won’t.” With that, Mira left. Alone in the room, Nora stared into the mirror. For a long moment, she didn’t move, just took in the version of herself she hadn’t seen in a while. Bold. Beautiful. She didn’t want to go to the party. Honestly, that wasn’t why she came to New York. She’d flown in to escape Noah… to sort out the mess in her head. But staring at her reflection now, a small, knowing smile curled her lips.

Until her reflection moved—but she didn’t. Emily froze, blood draining from her face. Her reflection stared back at her with a crooked grin, eyes glowing faintly like twin moons soaked in malice. And then the mirror pulsed. The silver surface rippled like disturbed water. The reflection twisted and shimmered, until it was no longer Emily’s face staring back. It was Nora. “Did you think I wouldn’t hear?” Nora’s voice was calm, almost silky, but the venom beneath it made Emily’s skin crawl. “That I wouldn’t know what you said?”

The Blood Mirror let out a piercing hum. The entire catacomb trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ancient stone pillars. The candles flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows. "Impossible..." The elder backed away, shaking. "The mirror is moving on its own? This breaks all the ancient laws..." But the mirror was beyond anyone's control now. It ruthlessly drained my very last drops of blood. The crimson light was blinding. I could feel the last bit of warmth leaving my body, but at the same time, a twisted sense of satisfaction washed over me.

“She said she came from a book, but I still don’t understand how that works. When I met her, she had a full blown panic attack and she knew my name and my past, things she shouldn’t. She knew about my mate too…” Laraba cut me off with a snort, always ready for a joke. “You mean your failed mate.” I rolled my eyes at her and kept speaking. “She insisted she had read about me in a book hours before we met.” Laraba paused for a moment, musing and I could see the wheels in her brain spinning. “Ah, I guess it’s mirror magic.” Kosey blinked. “Mirror what?”

Arc II – The Curse Rewrites Itself Chapter 7: The Curse That Loved The mirrors began breathing. That was the first sign. Every pane of glass in the manor fogged and cleared in rhythm — as if the house itself had lungs. Every heartbeat echoed twice: once from Mira’s chest, and once from somewhere deep within the walls. And sometimes, when Adrian spoke her name, it whispered back. --- At first, Mira tried to joke her way through it. “Okay,” she said one morning as the mirror by the door sighed, “either I need more sleep, or our décor has developed abandonment issues.”

As if I knew something I wasn’t ready to admit out loud. My pulse jumped. “What is happening to me?” The mirror didn’t answer. I turned away abruptly, needing motion. I made coffee. I sat at the tiny kitchen table. I watched the steam rise and pretended this was just another morning. But the moment I lifted the mug to my lips, I froze. A voice flickered through my mind. “Dreams are doors, Nora.” The sound wasn’t in the room. It pressed through my thoughts, cold and certain. I set the mug down too hard. It clattered against the table, and I flinched.

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Nolan tried to pull her forward, but her feet felt screwed to the ground. Nora finally sat up and turned to her, her lips twisting to a smirk at the horrified look on Jules' face. “Don't worry, I'm not your doppelgänger." Jules turned to Nolan, whose hand was still locked with his. "What the fuck is going on?” Then she turned back to Nora. “Who the fuck are you?" ‘It's like staring into a mirror.’ her head screamed. Nora sighed and pulled her hand away from the lady working on it. “Leave." She ordered. And without taking anything with her, the lady scurried out of the room.