Standing Wall Mirror Novels & Stories

At last I saw the bathroom door and entered quickly. I looked in the mirror and saw the damage to my clothes. It was very bad luck. It certainly couldn't be reused, as it would get stained. The bathroom had three stalls with tinted glass doors. The mirror faced the glass sinks, set in luxurious white marble. The mirror covered the entire wall. I took off the blazer and placed it on the marble counter, while I dampened a piece of paper and began to smear the stain, with no result.

Jay said and took my hand. "Something is off with the mirror," Estelle said. I agree... Even I can't take my eyes off this mirror. It's not that because it was beautiful with lights around it but I was getting chills in my spine while looking at it. "Just a minute," I said and walked towards the mirror. I placed my hand on the mirror and then the tip of my finger and my eyes widened, this can't be possible... I tried to take the mirror off the wall but couldn't.

The lights flicked back on, momentarily stunning me with their brightness. I swept my eyes to Orion’s, expecting him to continue when something across the room captured my attention. There were mirrors along the walls. Hundreds of them, all wrapped in golden frames that caught the brunt of the twinkling light. Each one was the same size and shape—similar to that of a door. I suppose I should’ve been surprised when one started shimmering, the glass rippling as though it were water disturbed by an errant stone. With a snarl, Orion pushed me behind him. I peered around him, through the plumes of flame that engulfed his body, in time to see two forms emerged from a single mirror.

On the wall over each of these were paintings by none other than Megan Decosta herself, however not the successful one of today but the struggling one of twenty years ago who at the time was convinced she could only paint when wasted. The room had another of those amazing eight foot windows but this one had been covered up with a black tapestry that depicted several of the planes of Dante's vision of hell. On the left and right wall directly opposite each other were framed portraits of Anton Levay and Aleister Crowley. The best effects of the bedroom however were the mirrors. The entire five foot headboard was covered with one which directly reflected the equally large one over the bureau be

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

Instead, I stood in a circular chamber even larger than the one that had shown me past cycles—a vast, echoing space whose walls were made entirely of tall, perfectly still mirrors. No flickering scenes. No alternate selves. Just clear, depthless silver. The floor was the same seamless reflective surface I’d seen elsewhere, but somehow flatter here. Dead calm. It reflected the mirrors back at themselves, doubling them into an illusion of infinite height. At the very center of the room, raised on a low dais, stood a single massive mirror. Taller than any of the others. Framed in dark metal that seemed to absorb the light instead of reflecting it. Its surface was smoother than water, so polishe

This archway provided ample space for the mermen to wield their hammers with precision and artistry, allowing them to create their masterpieces with ease. From Tritan's vantage point near the counter at the front of the shop, looking through the window, he could also see thick metal mirrors affixed to the inside of the wall. These mirrors served a purpose beyond mere decoration; they played a crucial role in the process. Tritan noticed that the mirrors were strategically placed to reflect and amplify the intense heat generated by the superheated vent fluid within. The water inside the crucible, held in place by a stone cross-section, violently boiled, channeled to its extreme by the precisel

Standing aside, I gestured for Sin to enter first. She took everything in and then froze when she spotted Bella a few feet from the door. “That is a one-way mirror. We can see them, but they can’t see us although they know that we are watching them.” The room was small but comfortable enough with a double-seated couch in the middle of the room and a small table next to it, facing the wall made of the one-way mirror. Shelves against the wall held different kinds of lubes and toys for the ones watching to entertain themselves.

Infront of that mirror was a white, oversized planters pot with more foliage flowing out of it. Once we passed a mirror, we passed an open space no bigger than a walk-in closet. Just enough room for maybe five or six people to stand. And on the wall were paintings. Just like the mirrors, these openings were on each side of the pathway with paintings that hung for all to see. The pathway went on like that for awhile and in each indented section were a few people standing and chatting. They all turned our way as we passed them and nodded toward Dmitry before returning to their art.

Anna’s breath came in shallow gasps as the light slowly dimmed, revealing their surroundings. They stood in a vast, circular chamber unlike anything she had seen before. The Heart of Reflections was a masterpiece of shimmering beauty and menacing energyTowering mirrors lined the walls, each glowing faintly and displaying fragments of countless worlds. The floor beneath their feet sparkled like polished obsidian, etched with glowing runes that pulsed softly, as if alive. But the most striking feature was the massive mirror at the center of the room. It was the largest they had encountered, its surface impossibly smooth and radiating an ominous golden light. The air around it crackled with ene