Purple Mirror Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Blue is Ironfang," Mira said. "Red is Silverblood. Green is both." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes," she said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Mira took the map. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She walked out. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Zara sat at the desk for a moment. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: why isn't it all green.

I sneered. “Do you remember what the crescent moon means? One's true reflection,” Take a look in this mirror and tell me, brother, Who are you?” He handed me a small mirror from his side, placing it in my hands, I rolled my eyes because I knew this is another life lesson of his, I took the mirror from him, staring back at my reflection, “Oh my God, my...my eyes! why are the color of my eyes purple? like Lilith's.”

"Forget about it. Just bring us out of here." Steve waved his hands when he saw that Veronica was sporting a troubled face, looking like her dilemma was if she should sing for the group or not. Since everyone in the group could no longer cast a single spell due to mana depletion, Veronica handed each of them something that seemed like a pearl. It has a color of amethyst and it was relatively smaller in size, looking only as big as a fingernail. "That is a merpire's tear. It can help you breathe underwater for a limited period of time. As long as you swallow one it should last you enough to reach the underwater mirror gate."

' I exclaimed silently. I quickly picked up the customized face mirror. The handle was made out of gold, and the oval-shaped mirror itself was showered with glittering gems! I almost fainted because it almost fell in the carpet. If it was broken, I don't know if I can pay for it even if I sell myself to a devil. This mirror is such bling-bling. So sparkly and expensively looking! I immediately put the mirror on my face to look at it. My eyes widen when I finally saw the girl in the mirror. I was shocked to say something when a pair of red-violet orbs stared right through me!

The colour was wrong. The pendant was always gold and pink, a soft pale pink that I had gotten used to the way you get used to anything you wear every day without thinking about it. But what I was looking at now had a purple edge to it, faint but there, bleeding into the pink like something was shifting underneath the surface. I blinked. Looked again. Still purple. I stood and walked to the mirror above the small dresser and lifted up the pendant to the light. I spun it around once, then twice.

I smeared the purple residue across a chemically treated glass slide. Within two seconds, the color violently shifted from a deep violet to a sickly, corrosive, bubbling black. My jaw locked so hard the muscles in my neck screamed. "Deep cavern mushrooms. Amanita Tenebris cut with highly distilled aconite." "Can you neutralize it, Luna?" Silas barked urgently from the window, never taking his eyes off his thermal scope. "We don't have the time or the gear for a full laboratory synthesis!" "I don't need a lab," I snapped.

He activated the crimson circle. The giant Blood Mirror above me glowed. A dark red beam pierced my veins. Agony shot through me like a million silver needles. It was pulling out my memories. The Crimson Trial drains a vampire's blood to project their past. It shreds the soul. It feels like burning under the noon sun. It is the cruelest punishment for traitors. I felt the mirror sucking my life away. But I didn't fight it. Instead, I felt a weird, perfect peace.

beginning to emerge from his own skin, those hollow black eyes bleeding into his silver ones. "Please!" I shrieked, my fingernails tearing as I yanked the tarp. With a thunderous rip, the canvas fell away. The Great Mirror was revealed. Its surface wasn't glass; it was a pool of liquid silver, swirling with a light that didn't come from the sun. I didn't look at my own reflection. I looked at the reflection of the battle behind me. In the mirror, Julian wasn't fighting a corpse. He was fighting himself.

The descent into the valley felt like walking into the throat of a dying god. The air here was thin and tasted of copper, and the aurora borealis overhead had stopped dancing; it hung like jagged, frozen shards of obsidian and violet glass. At the center of the valley lay the Mirror Well. It wasn't a well made of stone, but a massive, circular depression in the earth where the ground had turned to liquid mercury. It reflected the black-ringed moon with a clarity that was terrifying—because the reflection wasn't of our world. In the silver liquid, I could see a version of the valley that was dead, frozen, and ruled by a sky of endless stars.

he finally inquired. I nodded. My sensitivity to the world's shifts, heightened after the funeral rites, was why I had fought to be there. The world was awash with malice and a bizarre sense of wrongness, as if a polar bear had wandered into the Antarctic. My gut told me that dissonance was our lifeline. Our mission was to dispel it and set things right. Our imperative was to drive the haunts away and reclaim the world. On my way over, an idea popped into my head out of nowhere: gold coins were what made the strange world go round, and the haunts were so crazy about them.