Twilight Mirror Twilight Princess Novels & Stories

THE MIRROR IS A GATE The Luna’s Warning Fresh Meadows Royal Wing—Luna’s Chambers Blythe (in a hushed voice, gripping Ceres’s wrist): “Whatever that prince gave you… keep it close, but don’t let it bite too deep. And Ceres… the mirror in your chamber. It doesn’t just reflect. It remembers.” Ceres (narrowing her eyes): “What are you talking about? You warned me about Prince Aldren; now it’s the furniture too?”

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

I placed my hand on its surface. And it burned. Fire came out from my palm but it didn’t consume the stone. It awakened it. The throne sang a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the earth. And then, one by one, the mirrors scattered. Except one. The one showing the merged version of me. The true queen. “You are worthy,” the twin whispered. “But not fully yet.” A chest rose from the pool,black iron, sealed with a lock shaped like two serpents biting each other’s tails.

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

It took him a while to get comfortable enough to sleep, but eventually, he fell into a deep sleep. ~*~*~ Rhae awoke in a pitch black room. Looking around she found a mirror, floating in the black empty space. She moved towards it, feeling like she was being zapped with electricity in every step. Looking into the mirror, she saw herself but different. She was taller, her skin was more tanned and clear, her eyes were a sharp crisp green. Then she noticed strange differences. Her ears were elongated and pointed at the ends. Her canine were sharp and pointed like fangs. She recognised the appearance from the stories. She jumped back in terror from the Fae staring at her through the glass. The mi

Haz'th said after a while. The three of them ascended the twinkling glass staircases leading to the Throne Room, followed by more eyeballs and shadows. Passing through an unlit room that could have been anything, they reached the main hall. Bright lights were lit everywhere around them and instantly they knew it was for their benefit. The subjects around the throne manifested themselves into solid figures, but they looked weirdly translucent. They also seemed uncomfortable in the sudden light. "Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel of House Zauarn, and Lady Nimuel Saeltheriel of House Franirinth of The Immortal Utopia. Welcome to The Realm of the Shadows," a voice boomed.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

But a couple of seconds ticked by and nothing appeared to have happened to her. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw a petite, curvy figure standing before her. Looking around, she saw that they were encased in some silvery see-through dome, which came from the girl who appeared and protected her from the witch attack. Narrowing her eyes to get a closer look, she recognized those long tresses of lavender with streaks of blonde. A recollection of the exhibition match flashed through her head, and she recalled the teased and highly gossiped about Princess of Lunaris undergoing a strange transformation during her match that many had believed she lost.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.