Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

A position that allowed me to view it clearly, whether I was working at my desk or lounging in bed. The Moonmirror was one of the most expensive things I had ever purchased. A rare, nearly extinct relic from the Yurellian age. I rarely put it to use. Pouring the sacred water that came with it into a shallow ceremonial bowl, I dipped the mooncloth in and wiped away the fine layer of dust that had settled on the mirror’s surface. Then, I pressed both palms against the glass and whispered the activation words: “Aikan’zarr elst vele’.”

And I had no fucking idea how to reach them. Elara moved to the far wall and pulled out something wrapped in faded cloth. When she unwrapped it, I saw a mirror — warped at the edges, blackened in the corners. Old. Dangerous. “The Mirror of the Waking Realm.” she said, offering it like a spellbound curse. “It can show what a person believes is real. Not what is. Not what was. But what they believe now.” Sophia’s breath caught. “If she’s really rewritten their minds,” Elara went on, “then this might help us see what that looks like. But it comes with a cost.”

She pressed it, and with a low groan, the wall shifted, revealing a narrow staircase spiraling downward. “Of course there’s another level,” Sophia murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension. The staircase led to a vast, circular room illuminated by an unnatural light. At its center was a pedestal, upon which rested an ornate mirror. The frame was carved with symbols matching those they had seen during the ritual. Ethan approached cautiously. “What is this place?” Clara stared at the mirror, her reflection distorted and rippling like water. “It’s… calling to me.”

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.

The shelf shifted, revealing a narrow hallway bathed in violet flame. The air grew cooler as they descended, scentless and strange, until they reached a circular chamber carved into the earth itself. Moonlight filtered in from above through enchanted quartz, illuminating the murals on the stone walls—stories told in wolf-shapes and crimson swirls. In the center stood a mirror. Seven feet tall. Frame forged from ironwood, inlaid with veins of silver and howlite. But the glass itself… it rippled like a liquid dream. Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking.

“If we do that now, it could trigger a resonance collapse. Billions could suffer neural backlash.” “Then we talk to it,” Elise said. Sophia’s eyes lifted to the aurora, where faint outlines of faces still shimmered. “And what do we say to something that carries every dream ever felt?” --- La Paz. The mirror awakened. Elise had left a secondary harmonic terminal running in her old lab. When she accessed it remotely, the mirror no longer reflected her image. Instead, it showed a field of light, rippling like liquid thought. The surface shifted, forming words:

she said. The Oracle raised her hands once more, and the room was filled with a blinding light. When the light faded, Maya saw that the Oracle was standing before a large, ornate mirror. "This is the Mirror of the Soul," the Oracle said, her voice low and mysterious. "It will reveal to you the deepest secrets of your heart, and show you the path that you must follow." Maya felt a shiver run down her spine as she approached the mirror. She had never seen anything like it before. The mirror seemed to be pulsing with an otherworldly energy, and Maya could feel its power calling to her.

CHAPTER 137 Few hours later "You're not going to like this," Kairis said quietly, flipping through a thick silver-edged tome. Her fingers trembled slightly. Lucian, leaning against the far wall with arms crossed, raised a brow. "Try us." The air stank of sweat, ash, and broken magic. Dorian stood sharpening his blade beside a flickering wardlight, and Elias sat quietly, his golden eyes dull from the battle hours ago. Kairis looked up. “There’s something called the Archmirror. It’s... not just a relic. It shows you the one who betrayed you. And yourself. Who you really are. Not what you think. What you are.”

The ground was slick with condensation, and his breath came out in quick, uncertain clouds. He reached into his cloak and drew out one of the surviving mirror shards — a small triangle of silver glass wrapped in cloth. It pulsed faintly, light rippling like a heartbeat. He had taken it after the Eclipsera Mirror shattered, before Selene could reclaim the pieces. When he unwrapped it, the shard’s surface rippled, forming faint silhouettes — Kael’s outline, then Aria’s, blurred and indistinct. Between them burned the glow of the Aurel Shard.

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.