Vampire Mirror Novels & Stories

he rolled his eyes. “That’s not true?” I pressed my lips, realizing there were many things I didn’t know about them. Like now, I could see his divine beauty in the mirror when stories said they didn’t have reflections since they didn’t have souls. How would I know when I have not experienced fighting a vampire with a mirror? He sat beside me and looked at our reflections in the mirror. I swallowed hard, remembering we made love in front of the mirror, in this bed, yesterday morning, and now I was afraid he might devour me because of his hunger for blood.

Xavier (smirking): "Then let's call it justice." He drops the flameglass into the fire. The scry-globe explodes in sparks. The Mirror Cracks Deep in the High Temple vault, Vegas and Arion stand before a mirror of polished obsidian. Reflected within is not their image, but Xavier, flame surging behind him. Vegas (alarmed): "He found it." Arion (grinning): "Then it's time to move the final piece." He places a hand on the mirror. Xavier's image moves—turns toward them—as if he sees.

****** Calista opened her eyes when she was in Vladimir's room and she could still hear the screams. Vladimir then stood in front of the mirror carrying her in his arms. “Alba rosae,” he said to the mirror. The mirror suddenly vanished, and she saw a beautiful chamber in it. They then went inside and the entrance turned back into a mirror. He laid her on the bed and sat beside her, holding her hand. He was so worried seeing her pale face with her body trembling. Although she no longer heard their screams but she still remembered the fear and agony in their eyes when the vampires bit their necks and tore their skin. Their blood rushed out of their veins and covered their naked bodies.

Strangely, the face that stared back at me wasn't one I was very familiar with. The one in the mirror was fat, no, chubby. She had full, beautiful cheeks. There was even some color on her skin, some rosy pink color. She looked more alive than I had looked in all my grandeur as the Vampire Queen. “What The Fuck Is Going On Here?” I whispered slowly, highlighting every word as I backed away from the mirror. Then it all made sense to me… The moon goddess indeed answered my prayer, gave me another shot at life, but definitely not the easiest chance to fulfill my aim of killing Rowan.

or it? "I won't ask you again, Vamp. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" I couldn't believe such loud words were coming out of such a tiny body. My ears were bleeding, literally. I wiped the blood off shakily and looked up. He was in the sky somewhere.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Funny that they kept on forbidding an innocent one to be happy just because of their insecurities- she didn't told me this but from her action, I knew what she has been through, not exactly, but I know her pain and agony as I have gone through that before and it still keeps on hunting me now. She still kept on looking at herself in the mirror while touching her face like it wasn't real. Yes, werewolves can see their reflection, only vampires can't, and since I have werewolf blood I still have my reflection in the mirror, maybe that's one of the advantages of being a two-blooded creature, I can have their disadvantage as my advantage.

Because it isn’t Draven who will rise. It will be me. The Mirror pulses beneath my palm, and I see flickers of what could be: wolves kneeling, packs burning, armies breaking against each other. And in the center, not Draven’s face reflected in the shards, but mine. My eyes gleaming back at me, crowned in shadow and flame. “You’ll have your war,” I whisper into the glass. “But not for him. For me.” The Mirror answers with a deep, hungry thrum, like laughter pressed through the bones of the earth.

Now I knew the truth. The woman in the mirror was as much vampire as she was werewolf. I was no longer the person I used to be. I could no longer draw my loved ones’ faces. I tried, and I failed, over and over again. I could barely remember the details of my own life. How long until I didn’t remember what my own face should look like? I tightened my hands into fists. No. I was not going to accept this. I would not become a monster without a fight.

I ask again, louder this time. No answer. My throat tightens. The mirrors look normal from where I stand. Nothing more than light, shadow, and endless reflection. But the air buzzes, thick with grief. I take a slow step forward, drawn to the last mirror despite myself. The mirror before me ripples. My reflection blurs. For a moment, it looks like someone else entirely, a figure with silver eyes and a cruel smile. Then the surface clears, and the image changes. Riven.