Lapis Lazuli Mirror Steven Universe Novels & Stories

“It’s alive.” Kael stepped forward cautiously. “Which relic do we need?” “I don’t know,” I said, scanning the chamber. “But I’ll know when I see it.” And then I did. At the far end of the Vault, resting on a pedestal carved with moon symbols, was a mirror fragment — no bigger than my hand. It shimmered like liquid silver, reflecting not our faces but shifting scenes. I felt drawn to it. My heart pounded as I stepped closer. I reached out and touched it.

Made sense. “Well, Alpha Steven mentioned that he wished he knew if there was a way to somehow protect you from visions. I remembered that I had done this, and we looked. Sure enough, there is a way.” He pointed to the stone hanging from the end of the chain. “This is sapphire moonstone. It’s very rare but it has protective properties. It will protect you from whatever bond Cornelius has on you.” I took the necklace and looked at it curiously. It wasn’t pretty, but it was very unique. In the stone’s depths, it looked like an ocean, swirling and moving. I was mesmerized by it.

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

Stone walls etched with ancient runes glowed faintly as Aria approached, the symbols shifting as if awakening from sleep. Her pulse thundered. Luca stayed close, his presence steady and grounding. “Whatever happens,” he said, “you are not alone.” She placed her palm against the sealed door. The stone shuddered. Then it opened. The chamber revealed a circular room filled with relics, scrolls, and a massive mirror framed in silver and obsidian. The air hummed with restrained power. Aria stepped inside, drawn forward. The mirror rippled. Her reflection shifted. Then changed. She gasped as the image showed a woman standing in a battlefield of fire and ash, eyes glowing with the same light now fl

I’m carrying a payload that’s starting to bleed into the environment. I look at the smart-glass mirror. The steam has coated it in an opaque white layer, but the condensation is shifting in a way that defies gravity. It isn't dripping; the internal heating elements are firing in a forced, rhythmic sequence. Small, sharp lines clear away the fog. 2. 1. "Leo?" I whisper. Letters form in the center of the glass as the heating elements redline. L-O-C-K-E-T. I touch the ruby at my throat. It’s pulsing a jagged, angry orange—a frequency I haven't seen since the Moore estate was wiped from the maps.

"You have a strange definition of trying." Liana laughed softly. Then she looked toward Morvane. He remained on the ground. The black crown had disappeared. The darkness around him was gone. His eyes were no longer completely black. They were silver. Like the old universe. He looked at Liana. "What happens now?" She looked toward the Interworld. A new realm filled with the hopes of two universes. "Now?" She smiled. "We build." But before anyone could celebrate, the silver crystal in Liana's pocket began glowing.

I lifted my sword—charged it with her light—and drove it into the runes. The door exploded inward. Inside was… just darkness. No guards. No monsters. Just silence. We stepped in, weapons drawn. The air was heavy with shadows. Magic layered over magic. But in the center of the room… was a single object. A mirror. Old. Framed in bone. Covered in dust. And pulsing with power. “What is that?” Ava whispered. Before I could answer, the surface of the mirror rippled. A face appeared. Zerathos.

His form shattered, collapsing into ash that hissed and curled into the center of the pentagram. The air went still again. A quiet that was no longer peaceful—but watchful. Emma stared at the ashes. “Do you believe him?” “I don’t know,” Steve said quietly. “But if he’s right... we’re already too late.” Emma clenched her fists. Her thoughts were racing. The prophecy. The mirror. Her mother. Her shadow. It was all connected. She nodded slowly. “Then we find the mirror.” Steve looked at her. “And we burn whatever’s behind it.”

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.

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.