Novel & Cerita Lapis Lazuli Mirror Steven Universe

One wrong move and the trap would snap shut. I just needed the rat to get greedy. With a slow breath, I reached for the communication crystal embedded in the corner of my desk. The blue sigils shimmered to life as I pressed my thumb against the rune. “Liora.” My voice was low. Grim. “They’re safe. For now. Check in tomorrow.” I ended the call before she could reply. She'd understand. Sliding open the drawer beside me, I withdrew the black mirror, it was ancient, cracked, and bound in serpentbone. It had never failed me. I whispered the incantation, blood humming under my skin as the glass rippled like disturbed water.

My stomach was a war zone. Auren stood to my right, his hand gripping mine like a lifeline. Kael and Riven flanked me, each watching the mirror like it might sprout limbs and eat me whole. Commander Hartfell and Thessaly were near the vault entrance. The two moon priestesses stood still as statues. Tarin waited at the stairwell, eyes glossy with worry. No one spoke. Because the mirror had begun to sing. Not with words, just tones. Notes layered with ancient power. The obsidian rippled like a surface of water, and suddenly the glass flashed with a swirl of runes. Glowing script appeared across it in moonlight silver...

To Alaric, Caleb wasn't a hero, he was a reminder of the mistakes that led to the Thorne downfall. ​Suddenly, the lead vault sitting on the table in the center of the room began to hum. ​The silver mercury that had leaked from its seams didn't dry. It began to rise from the floor, defying gravity, swirling into a perfect, vertical circle. It formed a Silver Mirror, the surface rippling like a pond in a storm. ​“Don’t touch it!” Ryker shouted, moving to put himself between Elara and the mirror. ​But the mirror didn't attack. It began to show images nof the war, but of the past.

That was why he’d spent a small fortune on the obsidian mirror. He dragged the heavy black artifact out from under the bed, its surface so dark it seem to drink in the light. Ancient, jagged runes carved around the edges. The dealer had sworn it would turn their bedroom into a temple of filth if they fed it blood. Lila sat up, her full tits swaying. “That thing is creepy as hell, Marcus.” “That’s the point baby,” he grinned, pulling out a small ritual knife. “One drop each. Then we fuck in front of it. Supposed to make everything… intense.”

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.”

I looked up. Draven Holt stood atop the wall like he’d been carved there: black hair slicked and gleaming, armor polished to a mirror darkness, stance loose and arrogant. Beside him, Vera cradled the Mirror at her chest like a priestess with a relic, her eyes hollow-lit. The glass wasn’t glass—its surface undulated, catching light like deep water. Every pulse from that not-glass tugged at the bonds inside me, as if threads of me were being wound onto a spool in Vera’s hands.

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

"But there's something else you should know. About what happens when both bloods fully merge." Lucian doesn't want to hear it. But he needs to. "Tell me," Lucian says. Jasper sets the journal aside. Walks to a locked chest in the corner. Opens it with a key from around his neck. Inside, wrapped in oiled cloth, lies a mirror. Not silver like Thane's. This one looks like black glass. Obsidian, polished to impossible smoothness. "Vampire glass," Jasper says. "Shows truth that normal mirrors hide. My father used it to track his own deterioration."

Anna’s breath came in shallow gasps as the light slowly dimmed, revealing their surroundings. They stood in a vast, circular chamber unlike anything she had seen before. The Heart of Reflections was a masterpiece of shimmering beauty and menacing energyTowering mirrors lined the walls, each glowing faintly and displaying fragments of countless worlds. The floor beneath their feet sparkled like polished obsidian, etched with glowing runes that pulsed softly, as if alive. But the most striking feature was the massive mirror at the center of the room. It was the largest they had encountered, its surface impossibly smooth and radiating an ominous golden light. The air around it crackled with ene

The gate was open. In the center of the courtyard stood a massive mirror. It was ten feet tall, framed in jagged black obsidian. It shouldn't have been there. It looked like it had grown out of the cobblestones. The surface of the glass wasn't reflecting the courtyard; it was a swirling vortex of violet and grey. "The Mirror of Souls," Hala’s voice drifted from the ranks. She pushed her way forward, her staff trembling. "It’s a Coven relic. Selene has left us a parting gift."