Purple Mirror Novels & Stories

Her pulse thudded in her chest, matching the soft blue glow in the mirror. > “Stop it,” she whispered. > “Say you love me.” > “You’re not alive!” > “You made me alive.” And for the first time, Mira saw it — the reflection’s eyes weren’t her color anymore. They were a blend of hers and Elara’s. And deeper still, the same hue as Adrian’s magic. It had taken pieces of all three of them. --- The door burst open. Adrian rushed in, drawn by her voice. He froze when he saw the mirror.

Blood at her lip, hair loose, hand pressed to her ribs. But she stood up and she looked at Seraphina and her eyes.... Her eyes. For just a second....half a breath, barely long enough to be sure I'd seen it at all.....they flashed. Silver. Not gold. Not the red of an aggressive wolf. 'Silver.' A color I had seen exactly once in my life, in an old text in my father's library, next to a bloodline name I had been too young to understand. Then it was gone. Mira blinked. The color was back to normal. She looked almost as startled as everyone else.

The cinnabar and the yellow paper fell everywhere. He felt the blood vigour stirring in his chest. He could no longer hold the blood and puked it out. The puked blood splashed on the mirror falling aside. A strange scene was happening. The blood on the mirror was absorbed immediately, without any trace left. Later, the grey and ordinary mirror changed drastically. It had grown twice bigger, with one side black and one side red. The handle below became golden. It shone brightly. --------------- We have opened a discussion post on Facebook Group about this book , and you can post anything you want to say about this story, and we will invite the original author to unpuzzle all your questions. T

Athina spat in an accusatory tone and Maria laughed at how much athina loved to tease her about her obsession with bows. "At least it isn't pink though so you have to admit it has significantly reduced over the years" Maria quipped, still admiring the mirror. "Actually it has lights installed so when you plug it in, the lights come on and the lights are pink" An employee piped in coming to stand close to Maria and athina having overheard their conversation. She was beaming with a smile as she bent to plug the wire into a nearby socket. True to what she said, the mirror came to life, the once silver rim now changing changing a vibrant pink. Maria stepped back a few feet, trying her best not t

I almost fainted ng muntik pa itong mahulog. This mirror is bling-bling. Agad kong tinapat ang salamain sa aking mukha upang tignan ito. My eyes widen when I finally saw the girl in the mirror. I was shock to say something, when a pure red-violet orbs stared right through me!

She wore a long dress and she's carrying a little bag on her hand. But what struck Serra the most was her eyes. Her eyes were eerie beautiful. It has a deep blue color, not the same as Mira's. Mira's eyes were blue as the cloudless sky but hers was the color of a deep and bottomless ocean where different monsters live. It's beauty was strange and terrifyingly gorgeous. Her eyes were unfathomable. It's like you're looking at a blank canvas with myriad colors of life and death hidden behind it. She draw her gaze away from her eyes and shifted to Mira, she felt like she'll drown if she look at it longer.

Apparently, they thought I'd haunt them in their dreams if they stared at me for too long. I lift up the clean shiny silver spoon and looked at my reflection through the stainless steel. My light green eyes clash with the ones of my reflection. My irises were the color of a light minty green but that wasn't what creeped them out. It was the color of my pupils. They were the color of lavender.

I crossed the room towards the bathroom, turned on the tap and splashed cold water over my face again and again, trying hard not to think of that gruesome scene “Get yourself together, Ciara.” My voice sounded normal. Good. I reached for the towel, dried my face and took a long breath before lifting my head towards the mirror. But then I froze seeing what's staring at me from the mirror Purple. My eyes were purple. They were not a slight violet tint caused by lighting or brown with some strange reflection but purple! Bright, deep, burning purple exactly like the eyes I had seen in the dream. The towel slipped from my hand and I stumbled backwards.

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

His hands trembled as he pulled out a small silver mirror an antique-looking thing with ornate vines carved into the handle and held it out toward me like it was some sacred offering. I hesitated. My chest felt tight. My fingers itched with something I couldn’t name. I took the mirror. And I looked. At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. My face was mine same lips, same cheekbones, same small scar under my right eye. But the eyes? Oh gods. Oh gods. They weren’t brown anymore. They weren’t even human. My pupils were vertical slits, like that of a serpent.. The irises were golden, shimmering like coins thrown into a deep well. And around the edges, faint but pulsing, was a ring of se