Smoke And Mirrors Novels & Stories

A soft smile was on his face that quickly disappeared. It was different from the evil smirks or mischievous grins he had most of the time. It was a genuine smile that made his eyes sparkle. I was starting to see what those girls saw in him. "You know shooting stars are meteors, right?" There was a bit of smugness in his voice. I took the last bit of my shawarma, chewing it lightly. "Science ruins everything fun." I sneered. Mikhail pulled out the cigarette, holding it between his fingers. The scent of burnt tobacco and several chemicals, which were unhealthy, lingered. The edges crack lightly as it burns.

The Watcher's smile turns predatory as he produces something that shouldn't exist—a mirror crafted from obsidian so pure it seems to absorb light itself, its surface rippling with veins of silver fire that pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat. The frame appears to be carved from crystallized starlight, edges sharp enough to cut reality itself, and when I look at it, my reflection doesn't show. Instead, the surface writhes with possibilities, showing glimpses of futures and pasts that exist in the spaces between what is and what could be.

Let the smoke curl up into the ceiling like a benediction. Then I tucked the packet beneath my cloak, ready for delivery. Let her enjoy her precious little fantasy for now. Because tomorrow, the mirror breaks.

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

EPISODE 1 — THE MIRROR The mirror hangs on the dressing room wall, framed in silver so heavy two men would struggle to move it from its mount. In the coffee shop where Mira’s life ended, the only mirrors were the small, smudged squares above the bathroom sinks — scratched with initials and hearts, reflecting faces tired from work and worry. Here, this glass is perfect, polished to a clarity that shows not just reflections but the faint ghost of what was there before. The silver frame carries cold like a block of ice pulled from winter water, and when she presses her palm against it, the metal leaves white marks on her skin that take seconds to fade.

Because for him, it has. “Prepare them,” he says casually. The guards move instantly. Not rushing. Not hesitating. Obedient. A massive object is brought into the chamber. It takes several warriors to carry it—an obsidian mirror framed in jagged stone that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. The surface ripples faintly, as if something beneath it is aware of being used. A communication relic. Old. Unstable. Powerful. It is set upright before Malrik. He steps in front of it, adjusting nothing, waiting for nothing. The mirror responds immediately to his presence, dark energy curling across its surface like smoke trapped behind glass.

Laundry answers with a smirk. “We both know she isn’t your mother.” I smirk back. “You fucking Bitch!!” He jumps up from the table to lunge at me. BOOOM!!! The sound of the blast has everyone crashing to the floor. The windows of the front of the house are broken and smoke is billowing in from the outside. I jumped up and stumbled forward, a ringing in my ears and my head spinning. When I finally made it out the front door with a few of the others I saw all the cars that were parked in front of the house in pieces and on fire. Those that weren’t able to leave the safety of the indoors due to not being under the protection of Mira and the witches to walk in the sunlight were coughing heavily,

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

The sarcasm in Myra’s voice was not missed. As the fire blazed bigger, the smoke grew darker. Jess found herself hypnotized listening to Myra. She was unable to blink, watching the flickering of the flame dance with the swirl of the smoke. Unaware of her movement she walked slowly towards the fire. She no longer heard Myra, or Doug, or Jay. The smoke seemed to be whispering to her calling her closer. She reached out to the flame and was shaken from its spell as Myra grabbed her hand, “No child.” She was shouting.

he asked And I whisper to him that I would use my boomerang and mirrors to deceive him. “Good idea and when he's been hit by your weapon I would melt him with my power ok?” Ward said and I nod. I did what we had planned, I put a mirror everywhere to deceive him. And when I saw that he was very confused, because he didn't see where we were exactly. After all, every time that he hit the mirror it would only break.