Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

The pulse throbbed through the air, subtle but powerful. Subject Zero staggered, its mirrored skin rippling. “Resonance. Foreign. Source?” it demanded. “You don’t know her,” Harrow said, stepping back slowly, hands raised as if in surrender. “But she knows you. She built the first mirror you ever crawled through.” For a heartbeat, the creature’s rage faltered. Its many eyes blinked out of sync, limbs hesitating. “Not… possible…” “Everything’s possible when you’re manufactured from gods and monsters,” Harrow shot back, voice rising. “You’re not evolution, you’re an accident. And I’m the only one left who can undo it.”

They tricked Warren and made him confuse today’s dismemberment case with the one from fifteen years ago. Today’s crime happened in the middle of the night. But when Warren talked about pulling the curtains and using a mirror to watch outside, he was actually describing the case from fifteen years ago. The mirror itself was just an ordinary mirror. It was the kind of mirror used in rural homes many years ago. What made it important was that it came from the original crime scene fifteen years ago. It was one of the few pieces of evidence found back then. A partial thumbprint was lifted from it, but the suspect was never found.

I wasn't going to break now. "Let the high elders bring out the Lunar Mirror," I declared, stepping toward the center of the pit, where a large, circular slab of obsidian stone was embedded into the floor. Old elder Silas exchanged a grave, solemn look with the other council members before nodding. He gestured to two cloaked shamans who stood at the back of the chamber. The shamans stepped forward, carrying a massive, heavily carved silver frame holding a piece of polished, dark crystal—the Lunar Mirror, an ancient artifact used to measure the purity and strength of a wolf's spiritual core.

Evryn blinked. They stood in a vast, spiraling chamber unlike anything they’d seen before. The floor reflected stars—no, fragments of timelines. Ghosts of possible futures shimmered in glass-like currents beneath their feet. Above them, massive lenses rotated slowly, refracting the entire chamber like a kaleidoscope of memories. Elara gasped. “What is this place?” Aurex’s internal sensors hummed. “The Mirror Project. This... is where all variants of Project E.V.E.R. converge.”

Caspian immediately understood what Hadley Forsyth said. Teacher was praising him for having abundant spiritual Qi. "The Lake Star Mirror can create your illusion. This illusion can only exist for 15 minutes at most." At this time, Hadley Forsyth began to introduce the function of the Lake Star Mirror. "Unlike ordinary illusions, the illusion created by the Lake Star Mirror can emit the power of the Blood Soul of the living soul, so it is more realistic and can deceive others. You're going to Myriad Demons Burial Ground this time. You'll definitely encounter evil spirits and monsters there.

I lifted my sword—charged it with her light—and drove it into the runes. The door exploded inward. Inside was… just darkness. No guards. No monsters. Just silence. We stepped in, weapons drawn. The air was heavy with shadows. Magic layered over magic. But in the center of the room… was a single object. A mirror. Old. Framed in bone. Covered in dust. And pulsing with power. “What is that?” Ava whispered. Before I could answer, the surface of the mirror rippled. A face appeared. Zerathos.

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan could describe it—which grabbed the sides of Lizzy Tillman’s head, yanked her forward . And slammed her face into the mirror. Over and over. Her hands flailed, fingers sliding off the sink’s smooth porcelain edges, feet kicking and toes skidding on tile. Next to Deyquan, Soccer Mom gasped and triggered her inhaler. Andrew muttered, “Oh God . . . ” While Sue sat and stared. As those hands slammed Lizzy’s face into the mirror once more, hard enough to jerk her whole body, and then shoved her head face-first down into the sink. The faucet knobs spun, water gushing.

Mirrored Malachi sneered, "And who are you to dictate its purpose?" Selene, unflinching, answered, "I am its guardian. Its purpose is to harmonize, not to wage war." The mirrored Isolde, her eyes on the harp, declared, "Then let the true power of the harp be revealed!" As she approached the harp, the very air grew dense. An epic convergence was imminent, and the guardians knew they had to act swiftly. But the question remained: How do you fight reflections without breaking the mirror? As the strings of the harp vibrated, casting an ethereal glow, the answer seemed to lie within its melodies.

This trip to Solaris was for Candice to oversee the entire project with Redshade Corporation, a task expected to last two to three months. Despite being pregnant, Candice hadn't gained any weight. If anything, she seemed even more slender. After a moment, Hanley handed her a small talisman. "Until you return," he said softly. Candice was surprised. Hanley had also given her a talisman during the New Year. "I got it from Stugan. They say it's very effective," Hanley explained briefly. His gaze, usually clear and composed, now held a rare emotion as he encouraged, "Take it, Candy."