Snow White Quotes Mirror Novels & Stories

And then, as if summoned by some unseen force, a mirror appeared before me, its surface bouncing off the sliverey light from the moon. I hesitated, my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes, a distorted image of the person I once was. With trembling hands, I reached out, touching the glass, feeling its cool surface beneath my fingertips. And then, in an instant, the mirror shattered, fragments of glass scattering like diamonds in the moonlight as they fell to the forest floor. “Fuck!.” I said loudly, but my words only came out bad a whisper. In the shattered remains of the mirror, in each small piece, I saw a reflection unlike any I had ever known. A glowing white wolf, larger than l

she asks, her voice tinged with anticipation. The Alpha grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “This, my dear, is a mirror made with dark magic. It has the ability to reveal the deepest desire of those who make love before it.” He explains, his nose stroking Princess Lana’s neck as he presses his arousal against her ass. Lana shivers at the sensation. “Any guesses about my deepest desire?" she murmurs, her gaze shifting from Damon to the antique mirror. Damon's fingers trace rough patterns on her skin as he smirks. “I suppose we'll let the mirror unveil that secret,” he replies, guiding her gaze toward the ancient reflection that holds the promise of revealing the unspoken desires hidden wi

Someday, Gideon may need to teach both Rafe and any children Rosie and I have, how to be witches while I teach them how to be wolves, because if they are anything like my Rosie, they will be powerfully double-blessed. I move aside some clothing and a few books and find at the very bottom of the trunk the source of all the ringing. Wrapped in silk, and wrapped in a strong leather case is a silver mirror. It is a beautiful piece of art. The frame is shaped to look like a forest of trees, their branches creating a lace filigree of their branches, which blossom with large dogwood flowers that almost seem to grow and change before my eyes.

He replied when I tried to search for another drop from the bottle to drink. “I prefer more,” I asked again, doing the same. “You already had enough,” He added, getting the vacant bottle from my hand. “I demand more” I pout, looking at him and my surrounding. The view from the mirror was memorizing, pouring snow from the sky covering the tree. The mirror garden had a swimming pool decorated with flowers and candles. “I want to swim,” I suggested, trying to hold onto the chair. “Wait, Amber….” He came, helping me to stay. I don't understand why suddenly, I lost control of my body.

Athina spat in an accusatory tone and Maria laughed at how much athina loved to tease her about her obsession with bows. "At least it isn't pink though so you have to admit it has significantly reduced over the years" Maria quipped, still admiring the mirror. "Actually it has lights installed so when you plug it in, the lights come on and the lights are pink" An employee piped in coming to stand close to Maria and athina having overheard their conversation. She was beaming with a smile as she bent to plug the wire into a nearby socket. True to what she said, the mirror came to life, the once silver rim now changing changing a vibrant pink. Maria stepped back a few feet, trying her best not t

“You have your mirror?” “Yup. Put a salt circle around the captives,” she said as she set the mirror to the floor and grinned. “It’s a good thing that witches don’t believe in seven years of bad luck,” she said as she crunched down on it. She leaned over the broken shards until she could see her reflection. “Energy flows where attention goes, reflect the energy high and lows, protect me now until it’s done, mirror their hate and make them run.”

I did a good job, too, because it lay hidden there until my sophomore year when one phone call stripped those masks away, laying bare the Truth so I could see myself for what I was. *** As maybe you can imagine I avoid mirrors as much as possible. Can’t be managed all the time, obviously. I do have to shave, comb my hair and brush my teeth occasionally. There’s also the rear-view mirror in my cab, too. That’s somehow the worst. It focuses on my eyes. Everyone’s heard it by now. It’s used in countless stories, poems and movies when someone wants to sound insightful. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Cliché, but remarkably apt. I hate looking into my eyes. They’re dead and flat, which spooks m

She stumbled backward, tripping over her own feet, her eyes reflecting Snow towering figure. Howllllll Snow threw her head back, unleashing a deafening, blood-curdling howl that echoed across the entire mountain. Mira scrambled backward on her hands and knees, her face completely drained of color. She wanted to transform, her own wolf fighting to come to the surface to save her, but she was too slow. Before she could even begin the shift, Snow's sharp claws landed on her chest.

She froze. A shadow moved among the trees, slinking low to the ground. Her heart raced as she crouched down to investigate. There, half-hidden in the brush, lay a white wolf, its body trembling in the dirt. Blood oozed from a deep wound across its side, staining the earth. Lia’s breath hitched. A wolf—no, **a pureblood wolf**—wounded in her forest? She was about to turn away when she noticed the silver scar across its eye. The markings. The same noble markings she had seen only in rumors. A member of the North. A high-ranking wolf. But what was he doing here?