Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

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.

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.

It was a Mirror-Ship—a vessel made of the same silver-glass as the Spire, but its sails were made of woven human hair. Standing at the prow was a woman who looked exactly like me, but her hair was a solid, unmoving silver, and her eyes were the hollow blue of the "Gilded" dolls. "Darlene," the Mirror-Queen spoke, her voice a chorus of a thousand ticking clocks. "The Oracle may have given her soul to save the Star-Child, but she forgot that the First Luna always kept a Backup." The Mirror-Queen raised a hand, and the shattered obsidian on the ground began to reform. But it didn't form an altar. It formed a Loom.

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.

"We'll talk about this later, Boom. Now I need you to take us to the top of the top arch with the two of them; we'll get out of here. Boom nodded; Hana sat in front, the servant on the left named Aoip, and the servant on the right called Foip. They sat some distance behind Hana. Boom flew straight in the direction of the stairs to go up to the tallest spire, where there was a mirror. The higher they get, the narrower the surrounding space; fortunately, the white jelly stone makes it easy for them to locate everything. Boom brings Hana, Aoip, and Foip to the front of the white mirror, then it insists on standing next to Hana, refusing to leave. Aoip and Foip perform a particular ritual; Hana

My stomach was a war zone. Auren stood to my right, his hand gripping mine like a lifeline. Kael and Riven flanked me, each watching the mirror like it might sprout limbs and eat me whole. Commander Hartfell and Thessaly were near the vault entrance. The two moon priestesses stood still as statues. Tarin waited at the stairwell, eyes glossy with worry. No one spoke. Because the mirror had begun to sing. Not with words, just tones. Notes layered with ancient power. The obsidian rippled like a surface of water, and suddenly the glass flashed with a swirl of runes. Glowing script appeared across it in moonlight silver...

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.

Kayla had just finished speaking when two women entered through the door. The one walking in front was around 40 years old, with neat, ear-length hair, dressed in a black professional suit, and wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses on her nose, giving her a competent look. Candice immediately recognized her as Harley. She hadn't met Harley before; she had only heard about her from Daniel. Kayla had already gone up to greet her respectfully, saying, "Ms. Zott." Harley responded briefly and followed Kayla. "Um, excuse me," a crisp voice sounded behind her. Candice turned around and saw the young woman who had been following Harley smiling at her. "Can I pass through?"