Riddles Mirror Novels & Stories

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

“A weapon, a sword, and a heavenly thing. Own by a legendary person, yet somewhat is unknown. Do you really think that is all that there is to that legend?” The mirror suddenly appears before him, and as his reflection marks from within, yet is different from who and how he is. A peal of giggling laughter from the little girl suddenly echoes, asking the words that somehow are embedded with the eerie warning that made him wonder for so many things in return. As those words echo.

From my position, I can clearly see the entire living room since our house is just fairly small, but enough for 5 people under 5“7’. When I realized that the noise was not coming from behind but in front of me, a scream escaped my mouth as I felt myself being pulled INSIDE the mirror. MY GUTS ARE RIGHT THAT THIS WAS A WEIRD-ASS MIRROR!! I fought my mom to not buy this since it gives me the chills, but of course! You can never waste a good sale. After what felt like years of falling from nothing, I finally felt the impact of the ground on my back. I was actually expecting some ‘wobbly’ feeling while I was sucked into the mirror.

Lenny, bless him, just snorts and coughs loudly enough to echo through the shelves, like a foghorn in a library. Theo stands behind a towering stack of books, sighing deep enough to rattle the ancient stone walls. “This isn’t a joke. If we choose wrong—if I choose wrong—we could end up killing the innocent twin.” The laughter dies away, replaced by a low tension that presses against my skull like an incoming tide. Every path feels twisted with shadows. The mirror’s riddle keeps spinning in my head—Nothing is what it seems. I run my fingers along the spine of an old herbal grimoire. My eyes catch the faint glint of the mirror again, propped up beside the stack I carried earlier. I wrapped it

“You found the West Tower, didn’t you?” I hesitated, then sighed, giving her an honest look. “It wasn’t exactly difficult. This castle practically led me there.” Her eyes widened, concern mingling with fascination. “What did you find?” “A mirror,” I admitted quietly, pausing to gauge her reaction. “Or something very much like one.” Mira’s expression darkened instantly. “Did you look into it?” “It looked at me first,” I replied carefully. “Do you know what it is?” She shook her head quickly, anxiety tightening her features. “I only know whispers. Staff talk, old stories. The mirror is dangerous—part of whatever sleeps beneath the castle.”

“I would never” “You already have. You feed on righteousness, but you burn like her. You call it power. But it’s echo. Just like Vaelith.” “No.” “Yes. That’s the secret of the Mirror: every reflection can become you, if you stare long enough.” Aria clenched her fists. “I didn’t come for riddles. I came to destroy her.” The mirror-self shook her head. “Then you’re not ready.” “Then what am I supposed to do?”

the guard with huge lips mocked. I was shocked. Rage took control of me; within seconds, I butchered them. I needed to confront her. I ran back to the pack, following the secret tunnel. It was a piece of cake to get to her room and wait for her. In no time, she arrived in her room looking tired and worn out. She was about to change into her nightwear when she noticed me in the mirror. She gasped, "Mira, how did you get in here?" My teeth chattered in rage as I glared at her.

Just smoke. And mirrors.

Marline arrived at her old cave in the late hours of the morning. She had missed the comfort the place brought her. She went straight to her mirror. "I see you've returned". The mirror said. "Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the wisest of them all?" Marline said with a smile. "Me of course". The mirror said and Marline chuckled loudly. "It is indeed you". Marline affirmed. "You have served me well. What would I be now without you?" Marline added.

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.