Shatter Mirror Novels & Stories

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

I could feel an energy pushing against the inside of my skin. It wanted to break free. It wanted to destroy the beads. I grabbed the beads with my other hand, trying to hold them together and force the power back down into the dark corners of my mind. "Stay down!" I screamed at my reflection. But the power did not listen. The silver light in my eyes flared until my vision went completely white. The light hissed, Then, the impact hit. It felt like a massive force slammed into my chest. The energy exploded outward, a shockwave that shattered the mirror into thousands of pieces.

I grabbed the expensive vase sitting on the marble counter and hurled it at the mirror with a scream. “Fuck you!” The mirror shattered violently. Glass exploded everywhere, sharp pieces raining down into the sink and onto the floor. The reflection of my broken face fractured into a hundred jagged shards. I stared at the destruction, breathing hard, then slowly reached down and picked up one of the larger, sharper pieces of broken mirror. The edge glinted dangerously in the dim light. My hand trembled as I held it against my wrist, pressing just enough to feel the sting. Thoughts swirled wildly in my head.

Liam said firmly, dialing the number. But before he could press call, the lights flickered again once, twice, then held steady. Lola’s gaze snapped toward the fallen mirror. The shards no longer reflected sunlight. Instead, they shimmered faintly, like water catching light beneath the surface. “Liam…” she whispered. “It’s happening again.” He dropped the phone and rushed to her side, grabbing her hand. “Stay with me. Don’t look.” But she couldn’t help it. Her eyes locked on the largest shard, and in that fractured glass she saw movement.

Saw the same girl who had stared at a single line just hours ago. And this time, something snapped. My hand shot out before I could stop it. The mirror shattered. Glass scattered across the floor like pieces of me. And I whispered it… through clenched teeth, through a breath I couldn’t hold in anymore. “I can’t keep pretending this is just paper.”

(cracking sounds) the mirror shattered into a million pieces without her applying any pressure. In shock Liyla falls to the ground, the particles of the mirror had cut through her flesh earlier and as she looks at it the whole wound disappeared with no trace. "Oh...my...God. What tha!!!!."

It might be sooner than I expect and I don’t want that revelation. Therefore, keeping my distance from him might be the best decision as from now on because I will not be able to take another harsh blow in the near future. Well, what more blows can a shattered mirror take when it’s already shredded to pieces and thrown aside like garbage? It can never be glued back together however much you try to bring the bits and pieces back together. In the end, it splinters again and again because it remains as fragile as it once was.

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

The Mirror Room wasn’t built for comfort. It was made to fracture reality, to dismantle the sense of self. Floor to ceiling, the room was encased in flawless, polished glass. Every breath, every blink, every heartbeat reflected a thousand times over. There were no shadows here, just distortions—haunting, endless versions of whoever dared to step inside.