Purple Mirror Novels & Stories

“Ketsukagami.” The floating blood responded instantly. The ribbons coalesced, flattening and expanding into a perfect circular mirror—shimmering, liquid-red, reflective surface hovering in the air before her. It solidified just enough to hold its shape while still rippling like mercury, every movement sending faint waves across its surface. Celeste stared into the blood mirror. “Show me the Swarm,” she whispered. “The attack today. Isolated or prelude?” The mirror’s surface swirled, colors shifting from deep crimson to smoky black. Images formed with perfect clarity.

Mirabella said softly, determination creeping into her tone, “if the prophecy is true. If my granddaughter will be the one to fulfill it.” The figure raised a delicate hand, gesturing slowly as if weaving through unseen strands of fate. Mirabella stepped forward, her heart pounding, and together they pressed their palms to the surface of the mirror that bridged their realities—this very mirror, now pulsating with dormant runes, holding secrets that could shatter worlds. As their hands connected, a jolt of energy flared between them, electric and alive. The mirror ignited with brilliance. And from its depths emerged a vision: a girl—dark curls falling wildly around her face—stood in a grove e

She is truly a beautiful woman from her feet to her perfectly coifed blonde pixie haircut. Men fall over themselves for her beauty, but they fear the odd hue of blue muted purple of her eyes. “Do you have a problem with backup Aiden?" Mirasol asks as a swirl of smoke plays around her head. “Every job you’re on, you insist on going it alone. Even with a great girl like Camille backing you,” she says angrily.

It’s likely. She sighed before standing in front of the dirty mirror. Cracks were dancing all over its surface, making Zheira’s reflection a bit distorted. Her eyes were back to their normal shade. She couldn’t understand why a feeling that she missed something yesterday lingered in her heart. What she knew was that her eyes have a different shade, and after the red shade was stained with gold, everything blacked out.

The broken mirror behind the bar and the people that looked as if they might climb over and start ransacking the place made me respect and pity the owners and tenders. The music that was playing over the ridiculously sized speakers had a deep, wobbling bass. The bass was so powerful that I couldn't tell you anything else about the song. Paige, scan for the green jacket. I said. I felt my left eye twitch and jump as far left as it could go. It slowly started to move back to the right, and stopped nearly straight ahead of me. Located the green jacket, Kaiser. Paige responded. I don't know what I would do without her.

negotiable. Twisted. Complicated. In our estate, only the Head of the House was ever allowed to speak with her. That was Mother. She had a mirror — not just any artifact. A terrifying, blood-red thing called the Blood Mirror. No one ever explained what it was made of. Its surface didn’t reflect like glass. It pulsed, faintly, like it was alive — a warped sheen of crimson that seemed to drink in light rather than cast it back. I only ever saw it once, from behind a locked door.

Then motioned us to do the same thing. The three of us popped open our potions the fog from the three of them swirled together, the purple mixing with the red. And the red mixing with the yellow. And the yellow mixing with purple the creating 3 new colors. Magenta, Orange, and Warm Grey. When the colors did they placed themselves on our faces, I laughed feeling the cold tingles of the mask. Crystal grabbed the mirror looking at herself, smiling at the Warm Grey on her face. She handed me the mirror I hesitated not knowing if I should take it or not. She nodded seeing me pause, I grabbed the mirror smiling.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

After all, we are like family here already. * At the witch's shop, Miranda was busy making potions for the Hikari's scouts who keep watch for refugees in Pinress and the borders of Hikari. With her was Mizuko hanging out in her workplace, keeping her company. "I have three ingredients in my possession ready but the dust of a golden butterfly! How am I suppose to know it wasn't yellow?" "You'll know because gold has that metallic luster and is more of an yellowish orange kind," Miranda answered which she aren't sure about anyway. "You'll know when you see it since it'll appear magical!"

I just hope whoever he is, he is ready for the most unimaginable curses that are about to befall him for meddling into affairs that aren't his to interfere. I stared at the shards scattered on the floor then at the broken mirror by the vanity. It wasn't no ordinary mirror. I could see my purple eyes starting to change with slight significance that can only be obvious when in extreme close contact with anyone. Fuck! I need my damn potions right now and goddess help me I lay my hands on whosoever did this!