Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

he repeated. “I will remember your teachings.” Fred leaped to his feet and said, with an impish smile said, “Come with me.” Supporting him by the arm, we descended to his basement store, which had rows of shelves. In storage was his collection of hundreds of artifacts. There were the usual compasses, porcelain, paintings, statues, and rare stones. In the second row, he paused and picked up a mirror. “What is this?” “The Kami Mirror. Or the God's Mirror. It is a mirror encrusted in rare metal.“

Kai walked up to the pulpit while Miera stood by the side watching with a slight smile on her face. “Take the covers off Kai,” Miera said and Kai peeled off the red cloth. “What is this?” I asked as the last covering fell off revealing the rest of the human sized mirror. Miera turned to me. “This is a mirror of time.” she said.

The gate was open. In the center of the courtyard stood a massive mirror. It was ten feet tall, framed in jagged black obsidian. It shouldn't have been there. It looked like it had grown out of the cobblestones. The surface of the glass wasn't reflecting the courtyard; it was a swirling vortex of violet and grey. "The Mirror of Souls," Hala’s voice drifted from the ranks. She pushed her way forward, her staff trembling. "It’s a Coven relic. Selene has left us a parting gift."

“I’m waiting for her answer.” ⸻ Below, Miriam led Amelia toward a narrow alcove hidden behind the twelfth pillar. Inside stood a large mirror framed in polished cedar. Unlike an ordinary mirror, its surface shimmered gently like calm water. “What is this?” Amelia asked. “The Mirror of Keepers.” “It doesn’t show your face.” “It shows your choice.” Amelia hesitated. “I don’t understand.” “You will.” Miriam stepped aside. “Look.” Amelia slowly approached the mirror. At first she saw only her own reflection.

From inside the bag, she takes out a round mirror, made of a black stone, which was so polished. - Is that the Mausoleum stone? – Romeo asks. - yes, this is an Obsidian mirror. Romeo shrinks and looks away, not even wanting to look at it. Mary stretches out her hand and Julius takes the mirror. He looks at him from all sides and looks at the witch. - Don't look at it. Stare at him. - What will happen? – Shane asks. - I don't know. It depends on what the mirror wants to show Julius. It could be his past, the past before him, or one of the possible futures.

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...

Yvette touched another. Sophie, screaming in labor. A midwife fleeing. A mirror cracking as the baby was born. Her. Always her. --- At the heart of the field, a mirror larger than the others waited. Not a shard. A full-length standing glass, its frame ancient, made of twisted wood and iron vines. It reflected nothing. Not Yvette. Not the sky. Only darkness. And from it came a heartbeat. Cara stepped back. “I’ve seen this before. In dreams. But in those… I was inside it.”

"Uh... the British and French Mirrors are still at large, so is the Russian one. We just found out that the British and French Mirrors hate each other, so I wouldn't worry about them joining forces, which is good because they're the strongest ones so far. Now, the French might contact the Russian instead. Which is funny, by the way, because during the human wars, the Russians actually--" LJ stopped. His brethren were all looking at him weirdly. Just as well, he didn't know what he was saying anymore. "I'll take over from here." Haneul sighed, looking at LJ in disappointment. "As Li Jie said, the British, French, and Russian Mirrors are still at large. The Cuban Mirror remains incarcerated in

But, on the other hand, he could also feel that those new mirror images had the same strength as the other ones and not any weaker. According to this logic, wasn’t this woman an army by herself? This was just… entirely outrageous! “I definitely have not made a mistake!” All the Hermiones surrounded Alex and said at the same time, and their voice sounded like an echo in a movie theater. “Do you know who my master is? She’s basically the Goddess of Time, a real goddess. This is a prehistoric divine artifact given to me by her, the Reflective Eye. It can determine whether a person has the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell. As long as you’re willing to let me have a share of it…”