Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

A warning. The mirror he forged—his mirror—has awakened. It was the last artifact he crafted before vanishing from the eyes of the world, hidden away after Queen Sarah’s fall. Forged from dragon bone and moonlight. Infused with bloodline truth. And now it has chosen a new bearer. He rises with a groan, his joints popping like old wood. The embroidered edges of his robe brush across the carved symbols as he moves to the window. The glass is long gone, leaving only wind and open sky.

The forest path grew narrow as Anastasia followed the trail Matif had etched into her memory twisting through ferns and weeping willows until the trees parted into a clearing blanketed in eerie stillness. A crescent-shaped basin of water shimmered at the center, still as glass, rimmed with blue petals and glowing moss. The Mirror Pool. It was older than the kingdom itself spoken of in whispers, used only by those whose fates balanced on the edge of life and ruin.

A sleek surgical chair stood in the center. "You've been busy," Darius muttered. Mirabel looked at him without blinking. "And you're as pretty as the rumors say. Try not to bleed on anything." Elodie snorted. "I like her already." Mirabel gestured toward the bag Elodie carried. "Show me what you brought." They placed the drives on the counter. Mirabel's eyes widened slightly as she scanned the labels. "Echo Alpha," she whispered. "So it's true. Elijah completed the mirror phase."

I could not help but laugh at the irony. Glancing at the clock, I knew the greater haunts would soon arrive, promising another spectacle. As the midnight bell rang, they emerged. I lifted my hand, half-filled with gold coins, and summoned all the greater haunts to my bidding. After pocketing a fortune in gold coins, the greater haunts were under my thumb. I did not waste any time and gave the order straight away. "Time to head back to where you came from."

"If he’s cheating on me, I’ll have her head. I’ll kill them both." "Maria, wait," I said, but she wasn't listening. She was already limping toward the house, her emerald gown torn by the bushes. I looked down at the floor of the gazebo and saw something glinting in the moonlight. I picked it up. It was a small, silver pendant—a mirror-shaped charm. It was exactly like the one Diana wore. My heart dropped. The "Mirror of Malice" wasn't just a name for my marriage. It was a web, and we were all caught in it.

To Alaric, Caleb wasn't a hero, he was a reminder of the mistakes that led to the Thorne downfall. ​Suddenly, the lead vault sitting on the table in the center of the room began to hum. ​The silver mercury that had leaked from its seams didn't dry. It began to rise from the floor, defying gravity, swirling into a perfect, vertical circle. It formed a Silver Mirror, the surface rippling like a pond in a storm. ​“Don’t touch it!” Ryker shouted, moving to put himself between Elara and the mirror. ​But the mirror didn't attack. It began to show images nof the war, but of the past.

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.

he took up the paper containing her questions. The first question was 'How does my mum look like?'. He cleared his throat and took out a hand mirror from his spatial ring. It was made of rhinestone. It looked really pretty and the ladies' eyes shone. This was made by a skilled master! Collen pointed the hand mirror towards the wall and a bright golden light shone, illuminating the part of the wall. Soon, a clear picture of a lady appeared. The green-haired lady wore a silver knee-length gown and black harem pants that covered her ankles. She wore white socks. A black belt was around her waist, but if one looked closer, it was actually a soft sword. Her hair was tied up elaborately, with seve

“They’re not us.” But a voice echoed louder than the rest: > “No. You’re not you.” --- They reached the central mirror. It was taller than any building. Its frame etched with tide-sigils and memory glyphs. No image within. Only a void. Maya stepped closer. Her dagger pulsed once—weakly. Sefina held out her hand. “This is it. The Mirror Maw. It doesn’t attack. It waits. For you to look inside. For you to accept the wrong version of yourself.”

Every stride I took made my heart race. I said to myself, "I have to find it." "Before he's entirely gone." I once heard the Harbinger mention the Soul Mirror, an ancient relic buried deep within Elmath's ruins. Said to reveal a person's innermost feelings. Said to destroy evil or lies. However, none were aware of its existence. I didn't give a damn. I had to think it was true. I whispered, "I'm coming, baby," as I pushed through dense vines. "Wait for me."