Vampire Mirror Novels & Stories

Its light shimmered with hidden images—fragments of faces, storms, and flames—each one gone before it could be named. Lady Vesper stepped forward. “You were warned.” Autumn nodded. “I listened.” The revenant lifted his blade. “Then you understand.” “I do.” She held out her hand. No weapons. Just the mirror shard, balanced on her open palm, spinning slowly as if caught in a silent current. Its surface rippled with impossible reflections—the past, the present, and futures that flickered out of reach. Spinning slowly. “I understand that you came to end what you don’t understand.”

I slowly felt around my mouth, checking for fangs. No fangs. I scanned the room, desperate for something that would help me understand this bizarre situation. I need to find a mirror. There's no mirrors?? I'm definitely a vampire—oh there! On a table, I spotted a small mirror with a handle. I dashed over with my heart racing and picked it up to catch a glimpse of myself. As soon as I looked, I almost screamed and nearly dropped the mirror. That face staring back at me wasn't mine! What the fuck?!

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

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

I hope he didn't suspect me. "Hmm, well a vampire could be killed with the silver dagger, which you try to steal for Terry -" "Danny, focus." "Putting a vampire to sleep forever is easy. Just dip the silver dagger into a bottle of vervain and keep it inside the bottle for at least 24 hours before stabbing the person's heart with it. It'll put them to sleep for at least a generation." by the time Danny finished, my heart was beating like crazy. Was I really thinking of doing this?

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

--- **Story 1: The Mirror Man** **Chapter 1** Elena Voss wiped the dust from her hands and stepped back, admiring the tall oval mirror she’d just dragged up three flights of stairs. The antique dealer had called it “haunted” with a wink, but she’d only laughed and paid him less than half his asking price. It was beautiful in a haunting way — dark walnut frame carved with twisting vines and half-hidden faces, the glass slightly warped, like it held secrets. She positioned it in the corner of her bedroom, opposite her bed. The late afternoon light caught it strangely, making the reflection look deeper than the small apartment should allow.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.