Riddles Mirror Novels & Stories

“Five little piggies went to market one day, Two got a lost along the way. To school the red one went, Whilst the blonde one was sent To meet with a bird of prey, But our talons helped him get away. Blood to blood, and both are well, Though you’re not here to tell. And now, not two lost piggies, but three, With the school on fire, where can you be? Mirror, mirror on the wall, We’re waiting for your call, Secret Keeper.” Even as she finished speaking, the words were fading off the black screen. “Another mirror spell,” Connery remarked. “Another?” Meguitte looked up at him in surprise. “There’s been others?”

“A weapon.” --- Rachel stared at the mirror in the bathroom. Her reflection looked the same, but something felt… different. Her eyes shimmered faintly, like moonlight trapped beneath her irises. She splashed water on her face. Behind her, the mirror flickered. Her reflection *smiled*. She didn’t. Rachel stumbled back, heart racing. “Dylan!” she called. He appeared instantly. “What is it?” She pointed. “The mirror.” He stared and there's Nothing.

"These mirrors are illusions meant to deceive us. We must trust our instincts and look beyond the reflections." Together, we navigated the maze of mirrors, each step bringing us closer to the heart of the final trial. The reflections whispered taunts and doubts, attempting to sow seeds of confusion within our minds. But we held onto our belief in each other, our love serving as a beacon of truth in the face of illusions. At the center of the maze, a towering figure awaited us, cloaked in darkness and mystery. Its eyes burned with a fierce intensity, and a voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the chamber.

"If you are seeing this message, it means you brought a Sterling with you who has zero impulse control." "He knew!" Ash shook his head in disbelief. "He rigged it for a toddler!" "To find the treasure, you must prove you are more than just power and money," Liam’s voice continued. "You must prove you have Wits. You have one hour to solve the Riddle of the Mirrors before the room’s oxygen scrubbers activate... in reverse." "Reverse?" Kael checked the air vents on the wall. "He means it will suck the air out?" "Great," Mia drew her batons, glaring at the hologram. "Grandpa built us a death trap."

A mirror. And I refuse to look away from what it reflects.

The moment we entered inside, we were blinded by lights. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the light. “What's that?” I asked as I looked at the blue glass revolving in one corner. He looked at me “Not many can handle that” he said. “What is that?” I repeated. “Mirror of future” he said to me. My eyes widened. “Can I check that?” I asked him. “If you are strong enough to face it” he replied instead. “I see” “I will check it out” If I am here, I have to give it a try.

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

I ask again, louder this time. No answer. My throat tightens. The mirrors look normal from where I stand. Nothing more than light, shadow, and endless reflection. But the air buzzes, thick with grief. I take a slow step forward, drawn to the last mirror despite myself. The mirror before me ripples. My reflection blurs. For a moment, it looks like someone else entirely, a figure with silver eyes and a cruel smile. Then the surface clears, and the image changes. Riven.

“What do you even mean by that?" Just then two girls walked towards the lake and stood before the mirror of the mist. “Mirror of the mist, please when are we going to see our mates?”. The girls asked the mirror. "Your mates are closer than you think”. The mirror answered with no hesitation. I was eagerly waiting for the girls to ask their second question. I wanted to know what the mirror would ask in exchange for the answer. "Mirror of the mist, please tell us how soon". One of the girls asked.

Whispers of forbidden love and clandestine alliances painted a mosaic on the walls, and the very air seemed to vibrate with the essence of unresolved stories. The figure gestured toward an ornate mirror, its surface shimmering like a portal to another realm. "Reflections can be deceptive, yet they hold the key to unraveling the web of time," they murmured. As I approached, the mirror revealed glimpses of faces—my own, and others unknown. Each reflection hinted at a chapter in the saga, and the figure guided me through the reflections, unraveling the intricate knots of the narrative.