Pocket Mirror Harpae Novels & Stories

Chapter 2️⃣4️⃣ ❤️ Myrrak's Jealousy ❤️ She went back to the wardrobe and reached into the same hidden place where she had gotten the dark orb pendant. This time, her fingers touched something cold and smooth. She pulled it out carefully. It was a small hand mirror, round and old, with tiny gold around the silver frame. She wiped off the dust with the edge of her dress, gave it one last clean swipe with her palm, then cleared her throat quietly.

“Come. I saved the best for last—The Mirror of Ecstasies. It shows you the one thing you crave more than anything else... then makes you live it.” The door opened with a low groan that sounded more like a moan. The chamber beyond was dim, illuminated only by a floating mirror suspended in mid-air—seven feet tall and framed in living vines that pulsed with veins of red and violet light. It was warm, humid. The air smelled of jasmine and sweat. Emma stepped in, hesitant. The mirror shimmered, the surface not glass but liquid shadow, swirling with whispers. “The Mirror of Ecstasies,” Terra purred beside her, her voice like honey poured over steel. “This isn’t some toy, Emma. It doesn't lie. It

Small and perfectly shaped to fit into the space between breaths where a man is most himself. It bloomed like a cold flower that had been waiting for the right weather. My head turned a degree without asking me. My mouth found a shape like prayer. Velia’s fingers dug into my arm, sensing the shift. “Harper?” I tried to say her name. What came out was two letters of it and then something else climbed into my voice and wore it from the inside. The mirrors steadied. The blue light in the camera grew brighter, like an eye dilating in pleasure.

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.

At its center stood a massive mirror—tall, cracked, and rimmed with runes that shimmered faintly under the torchlight. Aria stopped, her breath catching. “This is it,” she whispered. “The Mirror of Selene.” Kael came to her side, his eyes scanning the strange patterns. “The Seer said this place was meant to show truth, not reflection.” Aria nodded slowly, her pulse racing. The air was thick with old power—familiar and yet foreign. She could feel it crawling beneath her skin, tugging at her soul. “Truth is the most dangerous magic of all.”

Lila stumbled back, watching in horror as her reflection moved on its own—raising a hand, pressing it against the other side of the glass. The crack began to glow faintly red. Lila’s breath caught. “No… no, this isn’t real.” It’s as real as you are, Harper whispered. You freed me once. I’m just waiting for you to do it again. Lila tried to look away, but her body froze. The glow intensified until the mirror rippled like water. Her reflection’s hand pressed harder, and the sound of cracking glass filled the room. Then— A knock on the door.

"Father, say something!" Jaden didn't look at her. Instead, he spoke to Isla. "Pact Keeper, if Hazel has accused her of deception, then present the evidence." Evidence? What evidence could Hazel possibly have? She was long dead! "Of course there's evidence," Isla said, pulling an ancient mirror from her robes. "This is the Mirror of Truth. It is imbued with the power of a Seer and can show anyone's true history." Meggie's heart stopped.

The Hall dimmed. When I opened my eyes, the figure in the mirrors was gone. But I could still feel him. Watching. Waiting. Kairos placed one hand on the mirror that had shattered earlier. “Help me find the exit.” The mirror flickered under his touch. For a moment, it showed a small ripple of light. A path. I whispered, “I can open it, but it will hurt.” “Do it.” I pressed my palm to the mirror. Silver light spilled out like thin threads. They crawled under the cracks, pulling them apart in slow stretches that made the glass groan.

“It’s alive.” Kael stepped forward cautiously. “Which relic do we need?” “I don’t know,” I said, scanning the chamber. “But I’ll know when I see it.” And then I did. At the far end of the Vault, resting on a pedestal carved with moon symbols, was a mirror fragment — no bigger than my hand. It shimmered like liquid silver, reflecting not our faces but shifting scenes. I felt drawn to it. My heart pounded as I stepped closer. I reached out and touched it.

As they reached the final chamber, Ayla stopped. At its center stood a single mirror—taller than a man, its frame carved from moonstone. The surface rippled faintly, as if it were breathing. Her heart pounded. “This is it.” Kian stepped closer, his hand on his sword. “Careful. The Mirror doesn’t just show. It binds.” Ayla ignored him. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The surface rippled beneath her fingertips, cool and alive. For a heartbeat, she saw only her reflection. Then, slowly, another image formed—her face, but different. Darker eyes. A crescent mark glowing on her brow.