Snow White Quotes Mirror Novels & Stories

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

“Would it matter a lot to you if I was crazy? Mad?” “What are you talking about now, Benny?” “Myself, and I shouldn’t do that. Let’s talk about you. Are you mad? No, sorry, I didn’t mean that.” “Benny. Slow down a bit. What are you trying to tell me?” “That mirror. It talks. I wouldn’t normally tell you, only I want to be completely honest with you.” “The mirror talks?” Benny nodded. Sharon stood up and went over to it. “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

"Why?" "I'm going to summon Darcy, she could help," Ann brought out her pretty seashell mirror and threw it to me. I caught it and opened the shell. The mirror was made out of still water, not frozen, still liquid but not moving either. It means I didn't need to get it wet. Darcy appeared with a big grin. "Hello, me, again," she said playfully. "How may I help you?" "Look at this," I turned the mirror to the barrier. "How do I get across?" I turned the mirror back to me.

It looked as though it were made of silver, but it was too dirty and tarnished to really see. Rori bit her lip as curiosity whispered in her ear, she found herself suddenly clutching part of the sheet and rubbing a clear spot in the center of the mirror. As she peered into the somewhat reflective surface, she was shocked to discover not her own reflection, but the smiling face of her forgotten best friend. Kristi’s piercing blue eyes were almost looking directly at Rori and the young girl gasped as she noticed more movement behind the dirty mirror. Rori feverishly scrubbed the surface clean, and as she dropped the now grimy sheet, she saw not just Kristi but Mason and Max. Rori didn’t recog

"It doesn't show your face. It shows the truth of the blood." Lyra picked up the mirror. It felt impossibly light in her hand. As she looked into the dark glass, the surface began to ripple. The reflection of the festival disappeared, replaced by the image of a woman who looked exactly like Lyra, but with hair as white as the snow.

"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.

“It’s… here.” Harrow forced herself to lean closer to the microphone, trying to steady her voice. “Subject Zero,” she said. “Stop. Tell us what you want.” The mirror pulsed once, faintly, like a heartbeat under glass. The voice came again, clearer, childlike and bright with a curiosity that was almost warm. “I want to see,” it said. “I want to walk.” The room fell silent except for the hum of servers, the whine of cooling fans, and the soft, rhythmic pulse of the mirror — as if it were breathing.

The girl no one wanted. Then the glass moved. I stumbled back as my reflection "smiled"at me—a grin too wide, too knowing. "You don’t belong here, little storm." My breath caught. The room spun. And in the walk-way light, my eyes glowed—violet, just for a second. Then the mirror cracked. I was alone again. But not for long. I swallow hard and walk forward. The path curves ahead, lined with statues of figures cloaked in shadow. Their faces are worn smooth by time, but I swear one of them turns its head as I pass.

“The truth always does, child. But it is also the only way to heal.” --- The group came to a clearing, where a pool of shimmering water reflected an endless sky, despite being surrounded by the dense forest. Selene motioned for Lena to step forward. “This is the Mirror of Echoes,” Selene explained. “It will show you what you’ve lost, but only if you are willing to see it.” Lena hesitated, glancing back at Lucan. She got the strength she needed from his quiet nod and steady gaze. She knelt by the water and looked into its depths, taking a deep breath.