Snow White Quotes Mirror Novels & Stories

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

In the center stands the mirror. It’s not what Bianca expected. No grand pedestal. No silver frame. Just a tall, narrow slab of obsidian resting between two stone holders. Its surface ripples faintly, like oil over water. The air around it pulses. Bianca takes a slow step back. “You sure you want to do this?” she whispers. “No,” Lumina says again. “But I have to.” She walks forward. Each step feels heavier than the last. The mirror hums softly, as though recognizing her presence. Lumina closes her eyes, steadying herself.

not ‘you’re so scheming.' Scheming? What am I? The wicked queen in Snow white?” “Well, you both aren’t so different in your love for mirrors,” I muttered, but from the way her eyes widened slightly, I knew she caught it. And now, I chuckled nervously as she stared me down. “What?” She started, moving closer to me; each step of hers leading me to take another step away from her. She just grabbed a pillow, and trust me, when she held a pillow with that glint in her eyes which said, ‘you’re so dead,’ there was only one thing to do. Something only the brave could do. And so, I ran for my dear life. But she was hot on my heels, pillow in hand. “You think I love mirrors?” She asked, still cha

"You're gender neutral. That's not the reason I summoned you. It's not even vaguely related." The mirror sighed, "Let me guess. It's about Snow being the fairest maiden in all the land." "It's about your slight malfunction the last time," I said through gritted teeth. "I need another reading. You were probably off because I hadn't used you in a long time." "You make it sound like I'm a broken watch. I'm never off." I waved it away even though I knew it was true. The mirror was never off. It was created to be perfectly accurate but there was no other logical explanation as to why it had said Snow was the fairest maiden. No fucking explanation! There had to have been a glitch somewhere.

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

she exclaimed. "How do I look?" I asked her. She grabbed my shoulder and took me to the wall mirror. The dress was lovely and fit me well. She hugged my shoulders. "Mirror Mirror on the wall whose the most precious of them all," she said, and I looked at her surprised. Her face fell, " Please don't do this to me," "Do what?" I was confused. "Don't tell me you haven't seen the movie snow white before," "I haven't," I said.

It was low and so quiet that I had to strain to hear it, but there was no mistaking that voice. It was Lina’s. Throwing caution to the wind, because I was fearless like that, I said fuck it and approached the mirror. The frame wasn’t just silver, it also had carvings of the moon phases down each side. At the top was a crystal the size of my fist. It sparkled as I approached, and part of me wondered if it was in greeting or a warning that my soul was about to get sucked out through my nose. With my luck it would be the latter.

Right in the large mirrors in front of me, a black cloud of smoke forms unexpectedly as the lights begin to blink repeatedly. The black cloud explodes into dark purple light and a figure forms itself in the mirror, his familiar purple eyes glimmering back at me. I find myself too sunken to even find it as frightful as before. “Child.” He mutters with an unearthly echo in his voice. “Sup.” I greet lifelessly and resume packing my shit up. “Vibrant as ever.” He teases sarcastically, smiling a little too brightly. “Can we make this quick before Xena walks in and finds me talking to my reflection? Not in the best mental state to think up some bizarre excuse on why this is logical.”

They stood opposite me as I studied the whole room, especially the sofa where I specifically ordered Nicolette to sit obediently. Then something caught my eye. I clenched my fists. “Where did you get that mirror?” I asked, turning to Yrra with a sharp stare but pointing my fingers to a circular mirror hung on a wall. I didn’t notice it earlier because it was behind some floating icicles. Blast it. She crossed her arms to her chest, appearing taken aback by my sudden outburst. “It is just a mirror, Lucien, very insignificant. Why are you pointing at it like it just committed a grave sin?”