Vampire Mirror Novels & Stories

Miranda took Soraia's hands somewhat brusquely and led her, suspiciously, to the mirror-why is that? -Don't you want me to prove what I said? Soraia nodded, though she didn't know how Miranda would do it. -Then Miranda placed her hands on top of Soraia's and, out of nowhere, a mist began to appear inside the mirror and between them scenes began to be mixed, like on a television with a bad picture. The first one was the day Julio Cesar found Miranda in her house with a lot of death and fire, then the other images showed both of them and the small group of vampires killing people and, everything seemed normal and pleasant to them judging by their smiling faces amidst the blood and death.

"What have you done to me?" He snapped and the huge mirror from the far corner flew towards me. Thinking that he was going to hit me with the mirror, I backed away by instinct. But then later on, I realized it wasn't his intent. I was about to ask what it was for when I had a good look of my reflection. My mouth fell open, my eyes wide. How on the earth did this happen? My eyes… They are bloody red. "Isn't this what you want? To be a vampire because you want to be with your vampire boyfriend forever?"

She wanted to say that she was not Viola and wanted to see that Man's face but for some reason, everything started getting blurry in front of her eyes. Within a couple of seconds, she again came to some other place where there was a lot of darkness and suddenly she heard screaming. On its own, the darkness began to fade away in front of her eyes and she saw many vampires who were killing men, women, and children. Another thing that came to her sight which is a woman who was fighting with a lot of vampires alone. That place was looking very disastrous, Elsa had never seen such a thing to date.

Something poked at his bottom lip as he bared his teeth at the goon. “Such a delightful instinct you have, it certainly makes me purr,” she pressed her large breasts against his back, and she ran her deathly white hands along his arms. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself,” she nodded her head on his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom, where a floor-length mirror appeared. “I believed that vampires did not have a reflection,” “A mere superstition and nothing more,” she waved her hand toward the mirror again. And when he stepped forward, she fisted his destroyed shirt and tore it from his frame.

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

Eden's blood drips onto the wood, and the symbols ignite-*my* handiwork, though I have no memory of it. The Voidmother's voice curls through the smoke. *"You hid this from yourself. Clever girl."* The basement is a crypt. Dust swirls in shafts of moonlight, revealing shelves cluttered with relics: Nyxara's fractured dagger, Thalassar's scaled gauntlet, a vial of liquid starlight... and a mirror. Not glass, but water held in a frame of twisted roots. Eden gasps. "The First Mirror. Mom, this is how the Wolves trapped Nythra's shadow."

As they reached the final chamber, Ayla stopped. At its center stood a single mirror—taller than a man, its frame carved from moonstone. The surface rippled faintly, as if it were breathing. Her heart pounded. “This is it.” Kian stepped closer, his hand on his sword. “Careful. The Mirror doesn’t just show. It binds.” Ayla ignored him. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The surface rippled beneath her fingertips, cool and alive. For a heartbeat, she saw only her reflection. Then, slowly, another image formed—her face, but different. Darker eyes. A crescent mark glowing on her brow.

But it was also our only option. After breakfast, we gathered our weapons. Checked our supplies. Made sure we had everything we'd need. Dracula provided additional tools, vials of something that would counteract the Abattoir's toxic air, crystals that would provide light in the absolute darkness of the Void, and small mirrors for the Garden. "The mirrors are for emergencies only," Dracula explained. "Look into them if you're being tempted. They'll show you the truth behind the illusion. But don't stare too long. Mirrors in the Garden have a tendency to trap consciousness."

She knew that they were in trouble. But just as she thought things couldn't get any worse, something strange happened. Steve's eyes turned dark, and his canines grew longer and sharper. He took a step forward, and the man stumbled back in fear. "You...you're a vampire," the man stuttered. Steve bared his teeth, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "And you're in my territory," he said. The man turned and ran, disappearing into the shadows. Steve turned back to Celess, his eyes returning to their normal color.

PLAQUE In the middle of the night, Alaric woke up and felt an uneasiness lingered in his chest. His eyes turned red and soon, he stood in the front of the mirror, observing his reflection. His animal instinct was rising and as his mind played the moments of the same.night but a few hours ago. He was this close to losing his sanity. "Damn it!!! I need to keep my distance from her. What was I thinking?" He shouted and threw the entire wall sized mirror on the floor.