Rapunzel Mirror Novels & Stories

Just as he was feeling stumped, however, he suddenly heard a voice call out, “You’re not Eldest Young Mistress…!” Upon hearing that, Gerald immediately looked around… But there was no one there. Eventually, his gaze fell upon one of the magic artifacts… It was a bronze mirror. Walking toward the mirror, Gerald then asked, “Are you the one who spoke?” After his question, the mirror began to glow… and shortly after a little girl—who looked to be around eight—with pigtails wearing a floral-patterned jacket appeared! “That’s right!” replied the child. “…Hmm? And here I thought you were a magic artifact… As it turned out, you’re just a mirror made from spirits! How long have you been trapped in t

The entire room was like a small apartment, she thought then she gasped and facepalmed upon remembering that she's actually in an apartment complex. She saw that there was a door beside the wall wardrobe, about a few inches away from it. She sauntered to it, curious what lies behind the mysterious door and she squinted her eyes, lifting her free arm to cover them because of the gloriously gleaming treasures hidden behind the door. It was a bathroom, a dignifiedly neat one, with marble-like restroom fittings and fixtures. Even though she was a few feet away from them and she has quite the bad eyesight, she thought she regained her 20/20 vision and could easily see and recognize all the neat s

Her elegance was making the mirror to go Aww . Her beautiful doe like eyes were adorned with some glamorous liner. The peach tinted lips and her plump cheeks making her face looks like a miracle. Her long hair Cascade down to her lower back . She was looking like a Rapunzel. Haris's Rapunzel. She was busy in admiring her self. Her dramatic nature was lost somewhere today. She wants to feel the love embrace today. She wants to look something more than good today . For him . She was just busy in adoring her beauty when Harus entered the room .

I never thought that doing an enchanted craft can be this hard but how can a respectable school accept someone like me who only knows how to release her magic and knows nothing beyond it? “Practicing alone?” I was startled by the sudden voice who came from Lena. I never noticed her presence until she spoke and it seems like she’s been watching me for some time. I immediately shook off the dry leaves and dust that went clinging onto my dress and walked towards her. I told her this place so it wasn’t unusual to me that she came here looking for me. No one knows this place except for me and Lena so it is the safest place for us to use our magic. We’ve been practicing here since last year and Le

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

Her palm. Time didn’t move here. She walked for a long time. The path became a narrow spiral staircase made of stone. It felt strange under her feet. At the bottom of the stairs, she found a room. In the middle of the room was a mirror. There was no frame or stand for it. The mirror floated above a silver platform. Its surface moved like water. Suddenly, a voice filled the room. “To take the Eye of Valkir, you must give your reflection.” Aelin frowned. “What does that mean?”

Seraphina pointed, “is the next one. The Mirror of Veils.” “It’s located beneath the catacombs of Prague,” Malthea added, “hidden behind centuries of protective spells. The cult has been trying to access it for months, but the old coven’s protections have held… until now.” Cassian spoke quietly, his golden eyes distant. “She’s sending something worse this time. The mirror doesn’t only reflect — it traps.” Bain’s voice was steady. “Then we move before she does.” II. Departure and Warnings As they prepared to leave, Petrov, Sokolov, and Vulture pulled Bain aside.

But the moment she touched it, the pool sang again and a voice echoed across the Isles: “The thread that knows its weave may change the pattern.” Seris gasped. “It’s not a weapon.” Dahlia nodded. “It’s a lens.” The mirror didn’t grant power. It granted perspective. Elira turned to us. “We have to bring this back. Not to protect it. But to share it.” 8. The Weaving Begins Again We sailed back under a violet sky, the mirror resting in Elira’s lap, wrapped in linen. As we approached Duskfall, the trees bowed. The Grove stirred. And the Becoming Threads danced once more above the Spiral Tree.

“It’s a trap.” But my feet kept moving. The hallway ended in a circular chamber. The ceiling arched into a high dome etched with glowing ancient runes. In the center of the room stood a mirror—massive, almost touching the ceiling, with a cracked silver frame. But this wasn’t just any mirror. My reflection didn’t behave like me. I stood before it—and what I saw was myself, but twisted. My white gown had turned to blood-red. My hair was wild, unkempt. And my eyes—my own eyes—were darker, deeper… holding a night without stars.