Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

“That's impossible, Paul Mirror is much alive and not dead.” “My powers never lie to me before. Let me check again.” She told Lora and close her eyes once more. “Ic nemne þá grædige, yfele, formolsnung. Cume lǽn and mé getryme! Nu meaht Paul Mirror þú begalan. Nu meaht þú begalan.” “I was shown a decay skeleton, and when I drew closer to it, I found out it was the dead body of Paul Mirror. He is dead.”

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

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."

Ivagon shook his head with a mournful look on his face. "It will destroy the soul of whosoever uses it. I can't expose you to it" "We have no choice, Ivagon. We will loose and the whole universe will be at risk if we don't do something" Theo said. "Fine, I'll tell you. Yaran, the lightbearer who first conjured the twin moons hid the mirror of mirrors in the Night Court. It is hidden in the lake. But, I want you to reconsider your decision. Using the mirror of mirrors is dangerous"

"The Reincarnation Mirror?" Vexon nodded, regret and helplessness evident in his eyes. "The Reincarnation Mirror complements the Reincarnation Record. While the Record logs the tracks of reincarnation, the Mirror reflects the past. It reveals a being's former lives and the secrets of heaven and earth. "Unlike the Record, the Mirror shows everything directly. One glance is enough to reveal the whole truth." He paused before continuing, "The Reincarnation Mirror is a top-tier artifact formed from chaotic energy. It was born alongside the Reincarnation Record, guarding the core of the hall. But centuries ago, an accident shattered that balance."

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.

The one my father actually looked at when he spoke. I was the spare. Hana finished the laces and stepped back. "There. You'll do." She didn't meet my eyes either. The corridor outside smelled of woodsmoke and wet stone. Mira waited halfway down, leaning against the wall in a simple gray robe, hair loose and shining even in the weak lantern light. She held out a small silk pouch between two fingers like it might bite her. "Sleeping herbs," she said. "For the journey. They'll keep you calm."

“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.

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