Twilight Mirror Twilight Princess Novels & Stories

“Well you see, I am just too fed up from all of the games ‘they’ are having and playing. Thou I admit it is entertaining and I did eventually gift them with that choice, Yet.” Stopping on HIS words as HE stands and walks in front of the thousand mirrors lining out and up. HE snaps his finger as a distinct mirror appears in front of him and towards the both of them. The mirror reflected the very life of the prince, yet is quite tainted with dirt and sin. A speck of dirt, yet rather a curse that was made a long time ago, for the pure one to whom they took care off is not the same one they know now.

was the mirror’s condescending reply, “Haven't you learned already? The child practically knows how to deal with you by now. You are playing in her hands–dancing to the tune of her own choosing and you don’t even realize it. Besides, you can't kill her that easily.” “What?!” she screeched, “...wait. You just said easily, right?” Her reflection raised an eyebrow. “Your hearing seems to be working, yes?” “Don’t you back-sass me! Does this mean the Princess can still be killed?” “Of course, she is capable of dying. She's still mortal,” then the mirror added, almost insidiously, “But she is not to die by your hand, it seems. There is someone else capable on executing the princess of evil,” the m

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

she said in a low tone, with her head bowed and her hands across her chest. "It's... " the princess heaved a sigh, "Don't mind me, Cordelia. It's okay." Beatrix replied with a facepalm. The large ruby-coloured mirror was a special one used by royalty to watch an event live from its source without being found out. She knew only werewolves had access to the direct streaming of the triennial contest but she found a way to connect to it using the mirror. She actually stole it from where it was kept with the help of her maid and replaced it with a fake for the time being.

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All she can think of is to go to the mirror and check her reflection to make sure, though it is unnecessary. Past the tall wardrobes, she rushes to the middle of the dressing chamber, and there she stands in front of the full-length crystal mirror. She still has wings, but there are no horns on her head. If she tried, her claws would not come out. She already knows that. Her fangs would not be pronounced as well.

In a worst-case scenario, we would go down with all the haunts! The haunts could feel it too; the air was thick with our grit and guts. The haunts were indecisive, hovering in the air, until I flashed the gold coins in my account again with a flick of my wrist. Their eyes blazed like torches. They transformed from ice-cold killers to groveling sidekicks in a heartbeat. I was speechless. The haunts let out a beastly howl, and a whole horde of haunts came rushing in, then zipped off through a space crack.

No one was, but everyone played along. Jasquire hadn’t bothered me in hours which was surprising and a little suspicious but I savoured the moment. I stood in front of the only mirror in my room and brushed my hair gently. It’s been a while since I’ve brushed or styled my hair. My lips spread into a faint smile at every motion I made, gently pulling the brush down, taking it away then gently repeating the motion. “Meandra,” a tiny voice called. My lips spread wider. It was Belle.

Then there was the mirror. It was shoved in a dusty corner of the garage, hidden under a tarp. Lyra had pulled it off, expecting to see her own face staring back. But the mirror didn’t reflect her at all. It just shimmered. She remembered frowning, reaching out to touch it, and then— Wham. Sucked in. The memory slammed into her. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God!” she gasped, springing to her feet. “I knew that mirror was cursed!”

**Chapter 39: Preparations Across Realms** In the Summer Court of the Fae, deep within the Eternal Glades where sunlight never quite sets, Princess Lirael stood before a mirror of living water. The surface rippled with every breath she took, reflecting not just her image but fragments of futures yet unwritten. Her silver hair—longer than Raven’s, woven through with living vines and tiny glowing blossoms—cascaded down her back like moonlight on a river. She wore a gown of pale green silk that shifted color with her mood: now soft emerald, now deep forest, now threaded with gold as excitement flickered through her.