Shatter Mirror Novels & Stories

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

And now, she wasn’t sure if there was anything left to save. With a shaky breath, Cassia rose from the couch and made her way to the large mirror that hung on the wall. She stared at her reflection, at the woman she had become. Her once flawless appearance was now marred by the toll of sleepless nights and endless worry. Her eyes, once bright with confidence, were now hollow and tired. She barely recognized herself. And for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to feel the full weight of her remorse.

My hands flew to the nearest object—a glass vase sitting atop the dresser—and without thinking, I gripped it tightly and hurled it at the mirror with all the strength I had left in me. The sound of shattering glass filled the room, fragments of the mirror cascading onto the floor like fallen stars. The sharp cracks in the reflection distorted my image, twisting it into something unrecognizable—something just as broken as I felt inside. My chest heaved as I stood there, my hands trembling, my vision blurred by tears. I could see her reflection now in a hundred shattered pieces, each one reflecting a different version of myself—one filled with pain, one filled with anger, one filled with longi

Cracks bloomed across the mirror like spreading frost, splintering the distorted face into a thousand jagged smiles. Then the glass gave way. The mirror shattered with a violent crack, raining shards into the sink, tinkling like mocking applause. Seraphine collapsed, knees buckling. She curled onto the cold tile, arms wrapping tight around herself, rocking as tremors wracked her body. Her breath came ragged, shallow, tasting of dust and copper. She pressed her forehead to her knees, tears streaking hot down her cheeks. For a moment, she thought she might disappear entirely, break apart into ash like the words on her pages, scatter, and be forgotten.

The mirrors closed in tighter as their whispers hissed menacingly. “NO!” Vincent roared, slamming his fist into one of the nearest shards. The glass shattered outward, cutting his arm and spraying blood. The whispering paused for a moment as one reflection blinked out. Camela gasped and held onto him even more tightly. “You broke her voice…I felt it.” Vincent bared his teeth in determination. “Then I’ll break them all.” He struck again; another mirror shattered into pieces and yet another reflection disappeared. But the remaining shards only grew louder in their whispers, their tone overlapping until the air trembled with Camela’s name:

Ruby, the voice behind those sounds, stood frozen in shock. "Ahhh!" She shrieked and scrambled toward the TV, desperately trying to shut it off, to silence the mortifying noise. When she realized it was no use, she threw her arms out, shielding the screen with her body. Fear was written all over her face, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Honey... Let me explain..." I grabbed a chair and sat down with a gesture toward the television. "Do we really need an explanation?" "I..." Ruby's voice faltered, and then tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry... I messed up, honey...

“I’m not here to win, Sarah. I’m here to take back what has always been mine.” Sarah’s gaze shifted to the mirror hanging on the wall. Her face contorted with fury as she drew back her fist and slammed it into the glass. The mirror cracked, fractures spreading across the surface like spider webs. Blood welled on her knuckles where glass had cut skin. I looked at the mirror, seeing my own reflection broken into pieces. Fragmented versions of myself staring back from different angles. Sarah’s voice came out low, dangerous. “That reflection… broken into pieces… that’s how you’ll end in this war.”

Cracks began to appear in the mirrors, thin and spiderweb-like. Roman said nothing. Luna took a step forward, voice trembling with anger and truth. “I’m what you created when you broke me , and I will be the thing that ends you.” The mirrors shattered. Light exploded from every direction, shards flying like frozen rain. Luna shielded her face, the force knocking her to her knees. When the noise stopped, the room was silent. The walls were gone. And in their place stood Roman, leaning in the doorway , dark coat, eyes like liquid shadow, expression unreadable.

His heartbeat pulsed in his ears, every second stretching longer than it should. He leaned in, breath fogging the glass slightly. And there barely visible beneath the silvering of the mirror something glimmered. A small, circular distortion, right over his shoulder. It wasn’t dirt. It wasn’t a crack. It was a lens. Noa’s gasp filled the silence. “There’s another one” Before he could finish, Alessio’s fist went straight through the glass. The mirror shattered instantly, a loud, violent sound that sliced through the stillness. Shards rained to the floor like glittering rain, sharp edges catching the dim light.

Maybe both. The firelight flickered across the walls, casting shadows that looked like ghosts of the past. And then, as if the universe wanted to echo my pain, thunder rumbled outside the cottage. Naomi looked toward the window. “Paige, you have to calm down before…” Before she could finish, a sharp crack split the air. A mirror on the far wall shattered on its own, glass scattering across the floor. I froze, my breath trembling. Naomi stared at me with wide eyes. “Your power is reacting again.”