Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

The structure was ethereal, made of shimmering crystals that seemed to capture and reflect the very essence of the universe. Don Julio, awed by the sight, whispered, "It's the Nexus of Echoes. Legends spoke of a place in the Lost City where past, present, and future converge." Lysandra, her eyes locked on a central platform, said, "And there, at the heart of it all, is the source of the melody." Resting on the platform was an ancient harp, its strings vibrating gently, producing the enchanting tune that had drawn them in. Beside the harp stood a figure, her form fluid, constantly shifting between a young maiden, a mature woman, and an elderly sage.

The chamber beyond the arch was circular, walls lined with black obsidian that drank the torchlight. In the center stood a single mirror—tall, ornate, framed in what looked like bone. Its surface swirled with silver mist, refusing to show any reflection. Stephanie clutched Riley's arm, her nails digging in. "I don't want to go first. Please, God, not me." But the mirror had other plans.

“Conjuro potenti. Patefacio a porta ad inferos. Et tua deamones transire. Sic urantar mundi.” With a gate, yet in a form of a mirror that emerges out from thin air in a puzzle-like stance building its way from below up to the top and completing it into its perfect shape. She draws a smile as she bit her thump drawing her blood as she wrote a name unto the surface of the mirror acting as the link and the exchange price to see someone’s current state. “Show her to me.” Whispering her command as the mirror heeds.

The elf answered more seriously. "While we have a moment," Aurora interrupted. "There is one item in the bag which I would like to discuss with you." The Empress reached into the sack and pulled out a beautiful guilded mirror. "This is one of a pair of mirrors used to send messages. I have the other." "A pair, you say?" Mairwen took the delicate object in her grasp. "How can you be sure there are only two?" Zan piped in, "Based on Gandr and our own tinkerings. We are confident only these two are connected."

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

"Stop changing the subject." Persephone turned back to the canvas now. "Have I ever painted you? I mean with actual paint, and not just sketched you?" Leonidas shook his head. "Not exactly. I do not think so." "Hmm." Persephone turned to her side and searched through a box there then brought out a golden harp before she walked to the edge of the water and said, "Here." Leonidas stared at it, then her. "You -," "I would have given you at the festival yesterday but for some reason Micah had it done today and Miriam brought it over." She cut in. "Take it. My hand is beginning to hurt."

What she saw shocked the hell out of her; it wasn’t her reflection in the mirror but somebody else’s. It was a lady wearing a black cloak, she seemed evil. Her eyeballs were red, her hair was curly blonde, and she had a pentagram on her forehead “Give in to the dark side!” the lady yelled and was about coming out from the mirror when Sophie screamed and ran out of the room. She heard the mirror shatter into a million pieces; she knew that this wasn’t in her head anymore. This was real and she was done for. ************* Harley was fast asleep; she had lost a lot of strength and needed to get it back. The doctors recommended multivitamins for her so she would be able to eat after her blood tr

“Fine. I’ll keep this then.” Harvey lifted Kellan in the form of respect. “I’ll tell you something in return. Harvey pointed at the mirror. “I don’t care where you got this from… “But I suggest you return this to the owner and take baths for three whole days. “If not, you’ll die very soon.” Harvey was okay with helping Kellan since he was being so polite. The mirror must have been dug out of the dirt just recently. It was also pointed directly toward Kellan’s seat.

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.

It doesn’t take me long to find her box of fertilizer, a pair of gloves, and a hoe to till the earth. As I remove the items, something catches my eye, a flash of light reflected off a mirror. Squinting, I see something shining behind a shovel. Moving the shovel aside, I pull on an old piece of wood, which falls away, a rune glowing brightly as my skin touches the surface. A spell. Whatever is behind here is guarded by a spell. As the dust settles, I see three things sitting there, peacefully waiting. A small dagger. A small mirror with a moon etched on its surface.