Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

I needed a mirror. ​The Resonance Mirror was not a piece of glass in the traditional sense. It was a localized, high-density field of inverted solar gold, suspended between four pillars of resonant copper I had salvaged from the Iron City’s old telegraph lines. In theory, the mirror would not reflect an image, but a frequency. If the Shadow Thread attempted to mimic Winnie’s voice or her light, the mirror would catch the vibration, flip it, and reveal the jagged, discordant reality underneath. It was a trap designed for a liar. It was a mathematical net for a creature that lived in the gaps between truths.

His low growl trembled through the stillness. “I know,” she whispered. “It’s close.” They stepped through the last veil of fog and found themselves standing before a mirror—enormous, ancient, its frame forged from living obsidian. It hovered above the ground, its surface rippling like dark water. Selene’s reflection stared back. But when she tilted her head, the image didn’t follow. The air thickened with a pulse of energy. The reflection smiled—a slow, deliberate movement that wasn’t hers. Kaen snarled and lunged, but the mirror shimmered, flinging him back with invisible force. He hit the ground hard, yelped once, then struggled to rise.

I whispered the first item on the list. “The bone mirror of ereth”, I dip my hands into the bag, I brought out a boney mirror, it doesn't reflect. I have heard about it, father says it is crafted from one of the first fallen wolf bones. “Ash of the first fallen wolf,” I continued softly, putting my hands into the bag, a bottle emerged from the bag. There were seven Item on the list, after I brought them out, the bags disappears. A little pouch appear in the air, I slipped my hand into my pocket, and brought the ancient moon stones and put them into the pouch.

Her back was facing him, and her right arm was moving in a circular motion as if she was stirring something on the electric stove. The profoundness of his footsteps, causing the hard slapping sound of his slippers against the tiled floor alarmed her that made her turn around and face him, her eyes widened in bewilderment for a moment before they curved and imitated the shape of a crescent moon along with her lips forming into a small smile.

“You do.” “I think you’re connected to something ancient,” Harper said finally. “And Malrick knows. Or at least suspects.” My breath caught. “That’s insane.” “So is glowing ward magic and random wolf spies,” June muttered. “Insane’s our new normal.” Harper pushed off the mantle and walked toward a cabinet. She pulled out a small velvet pouch and tossed it to me. It landed in my hands with a soft thud. “What is it?” I asked. “Salt. Bone ash. Iron. Protection tools. Old stuff. Stuff that bites back.”

he added, one side of his mouth quirked upward. “What? But how?” asked Arla. She was relieved to learn that she hadn’t been seeing things, but it still seemed just as crazy to realise that there was, indeed, someone talking in the mirror. “Hello, young Arla, I’m Elder Laurel of the Ochre Coven,” she said, turning her attention to Arla. “This is one of my enchanted mirrors. Where did you find it?” “Um, from the antique store in town,” Arla replied.

Inside, lined in black velvet… A single audio chip. Marked with the mirror emblem again. And a handwritten label: “For the successor. If they ever get this far.” – L.H. Dorian stared. “Lysandra Hale,” he said. “She left this behind.” Penelope loaded the chip into her portable reader. It activated immediately. A woman’s voice, unmistakably British, older but steel-edged, crackled through: “If you’re hearing this, then the mirrors failed. And someone found what I meant to keep buried. I built a system to shape perception. I called it Velvet. But the Archive was only ever a doorway… to something far less beautiful.”

“That’s corruption.” --- They examined it that night. Rowan used a spectral blade to lift the skin without cutting. Elira held her mother’s shoulder, silent but steady. Theron stood at the edge of the tent, his eyes dark and distant. Inside Selene’s palm, etched like a scar: A shard of mirror. So small it looked like a splinter of starlight—but it pulsed with its own rhythm. Like a heartbeat. Or a curse. “It’s from the shattered Hollow Mirror,” Naeria whispered. “You were holding it when time collapsed.”

Just as she was about to conclude her sentence, Sophia spoke up, "Ezra, I am Sophia. Remember?" Ezra's eyes widened as the name triggered a rush of memories. The realization painted her face with surprise, and Ivan couldn't help but laugh, thoroughly enjoying the moment. Sophia, feeling a bit shy, bit her lower lip. Ezra, overcome with a mix of embarrassment and relief, hugged Sophia, apologizing for the momentary lapse in recognition.

I rub my legs together, the memories of our shared blissful moment suddenly making me wet. The hauler is dimly lit with the glow of the overhead fluorescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling, Jace's handiwork. From what I have heard, he is the one person trying to change the feel of the academy into something... more modern. Frameless, oval-shaped mirrors lined the four corners of the hauler, which is matted with green leaves and flowers, making the mirror appear like a magical portal to another realm. I stupidly attempt putting my legs through it as if it's an illusion, but my toe hit against the mirror. "Dang it."