Purple Mirror Novels & Stories

Electra replied with nervous hesitancy, “I trust you.” Clapping, Mallory popped up and covered the mirror at the station Electra sat at, “Excellent.” The two walls of stations were set off center from each other and the mirrors at a slight angle preventing clients from spying while she worked. Then she turned Electra around and put a salon cape on her. Five hours and half a bottle of wine later, Mallory pulled the cape off the mirror. “It’s called mermaid ombre. Your hair was perfect for it.” Electra looked at herself in the mirror. No, not herself. The woman in the mirror was beautiful and looked confident. Her long, naturally wavy hair was now just barely past her shoulders. Her brown hair

It was washed in shades of indigo and amethyst. ‎ ‎And in the reflection of the metal table, I saw my eyes. ‎ ‎They weren't brown. ‎ ‎They were Violet.

For a long, agonizing moment, the only sound was the wet, ragged gasping of Silas’s breath…Then, Mira closed her eyes. A soft, low hum began to vibrate through the floorboards, then suddenly, a brilliant blue light erupted from her palms. It wasn't the soft green light of Socha’s healing, and it also wasn't destructive. It was a cool, blue liquid that seemed to flow directly into Silas’s skin, tracing the intricate lines of his nerves like glowing ink.

the Mirror thirty-five years ago. "The Mirror's Gaze," Lyra whispered, her sapphire eyes solid violet. She felt the "Twin Frequency" in her marrow vibrating in response to the bruised mercury. "It’s not just a portal. It’s a 'Recording Device'. Every time it looks at us, it records our suffering. But my mother... she gave it a suffering it couldn't index."

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

I ask again, louder this time. No answer. My throat tightens. The mirrors look normal from where I stand. Nothing more than light, shadow, and endless reflection. But the air buzzes, thick with grief. I take a slow step forward, drawn to the last mirror despite myself. The mirror before me ripples. My reflection blurs. For a moment, it looks like someone else entirely, a figure with silver eyes and a cruel smile. Then the surface clears, and the image changes. Riven.

Or they break and drown the travelers with them. Kaelira touched the nearest glass. It warmed under her palm, then turned to water. A heart beat behind it—silver-blue, the size of a fist, the shape of the moon’s broken core. Threads ran from it into darkness, gold and gray and black; some pulsed steady, some sputtered, some had snapped and curled like burned hair. One thread glowed bright: gold braided with silver. When she followed it with her eyes, it led out of the mirror, through her own chest, into—

“They’re humans. I can see no assigned colors in their eyes. “ “Where are we?” I finally asked the question that's been bothering us si ce the beginning. She looked at me with hesitation but she stood with authority and heave a sigh. “A parallel world where colors come from. Welcome to the Realm of Hue. Now, my turn, how did you get here? ” End of Chapter

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."