Rapunzel Mirror Novels & Stories

Marquise sighed, after some seconds were passing and the mirror projection didn’t change into something different… “The mirror couldn’t trace the place and Knight Richard…” Marquise murmured. She turned around to Luka and looked at both Luka and Miller in return. “Is it because of his magic protection?” Miller lower his tone and he gritted his teeth to handle the flames in his chest. He stared at Luka and snuffed out loud. “We have another way…the young wolf man…” Marquise drew a long deep breath. She turned to the mirror again and swayed her hand in the front the mirror. “Mirror of the universe, show us the young wolf man…”

The pendant around my neck began to glow intensely, its light piercing the darkness. Startled awake, I realized the melody wasn’t just in my dreams—it echoed throughout the hut. The old woman was gone, but in her place stood a grand, ornate mirror framed with symbols that resonated with the pendant. Drawn to it, I approached the mirror. Instead of my reflection, it showcased a vast, starlit expanse, and at its center was a celestial version of the gate we sought. But what truly took my breath away was the figure standing in front of it - another version of me, tears streaming down her face, the pendant glowing fiercely around her neck.

“This one is a regular mirror.” My muscles tightened. I knew Liora too well. There was always a but with her—and it was never harmless. She flipped her hair, smoothed her dress, dragging the moment out far too long. “But… you can use any mirror to cast a calling spell. Someone called Mira. And she answered.” Her voice sharpened. “She moved through the mirror willingly.” “The queen was not kidnapped.” The world didn’t just stop—it shattered. Everything inside me collapsed inward, leaving a suffocating void where my heart should have been.

“So, she’s alone?” “Yeah.” “I’m heading that way.” he hung up. Inside of the museum, he approached the stairs. The Madder Hatter museum was everything Mia had described it to be in her diary. Huge and outrageous and filled with the most breathtaking art. But there was one change to her story. The bottom exhibit no longer held the Butterfly Lovers or their garden. Instead, the artist did a massive tribute to the story of Rapunzel. A silver moon glowed above as bright white clouds drifted. The ceiling must’ve been made of computerized tiles. Jax had no idea how they mimicked a real night sky. The moonlight painted the land in layers of brilliant silver and pearl.

She said to herself. Her fears climbing into her vain as she looks at her hands that turn into a green color. It was like a shrub of a tree that freeze her to move. She tries to motion her hands to spell the magic, but it doesn’t work. She tried it one last time, but she was failed. “No… no… It couldn’t be.” She crawls in the mirror to see her image. Her hands were shaking as she touches her face. It gets more wrinkles and her lips are drying just as like Allegra has. Her arms have a shrub of a tree that climbing into her neck.

She was determined to complete it though, and not let Killian down. Finally, the last day of the month arrived and Riana had all but given up hope. Just as she was about to turn back, she encountered a mysterious figure in the forest. It was an old woman, who handed her a magical mirror with the instructions to use it to reflect the light of the stars and the moon. Riana followed the instructions and used the mirror to reflect the light, and suddenly the mission was complete. She had won, and Killian had followed her all the way to the castle to witness her success.

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

different from what I’d seen when I tried to escape before. It wasn’t white; it was golden and luxurious, with tables of food… food that looked like it took masters to cook. I quickly looked away, avoiding any temptations. “What I’m about to do is prohibited. Only Alpha Harlan and I are allowed to bring out the mirror,” she said. Her small feet led us into an isolated chamber. “What does the mirror do… bunny?” I raked my hand through her greasy hair. The scent wasn’t appealing at all. It was so different from Olivia’s sweet, scented hair....so sweet, like she kept flowers in it.

Seeing his face made me gasp because he looked familiar and I was reminded of the other times I dreamed about him and this place! "Silas, look at this mirror. Don't you think the queen will like this?" I blinked and looked at the mirror he was showing. It was a gold hand mirror that had pretty art details on the back. Looking at it, I can see why Milo thought of the queen. "It suits her." I smiled and we bought the mirror, looked around some more and bought some candies for the prince and princess as well. "Do you think they will like these? They're sweet." I asked Milo while chewing on one.

I am the splitting image of the human’s husband. Not wanting to alarm the family too much, Ma’oz gently tore away from the old woman’s embrace and dashed out the garden door, exiting the mansion. Placing a spell to keep the door locked, he walked a distance away to think. What on earth happened? He willed his appearance to return numerous times. But nothing happened. Is my magic weakening? Maybe I need the Mirror of Truth. Ma’oz called forth the magical artifact of his forefathers, the very mirror used by Snow White’s stepmother.