Lapis Lazuli Mirror Steven Universe Novels & Stories

The flickering torches turned into clinical, shadowless beams. The "Sepia" was being "Upgraded" into the "Clean Room Protocol." Seraphina didn't retreat. She reached into her own chest and pulled out a single, glowing violet lily—the "Source of the Shadow." "The North is not a project!" she roared. She slammed the lily into the Mirror. But the Mirror didn't break. It "Absorbed" the flower. "Thank you for the 'Color', Seraphina," the Mirror whispered. "We were looking for a 'Violet Variable'."

I wasn't going to break now. "Let the high elders bring out the Lunar Mirror," I declared, stepping toward the center of the pit, where a large, circular slab of obsidian stone was embedded into the floor. Old elder Silas exchanged a grave, solemn look with the other council members before nodding. He gestured to two cloaked shamans who stood at the back of the chamber. The shamans stepped forward, carrying a massive, heavily carved silver frame holding a piece of polished, dark crystal—the Lunar Mirror, an ancient artifact used to measure the purity and strength of a wolf's spiritual core.

“The North didn't just steal the land. They stole the blood. They are the parasites of the Moon.” The image began to distort. The black fog from the vision started to bleed out of the Obsidian Mirror, swirling around my wrists like oily snakes. The "Feedback" was starting. The Mirror began to vibrate, a high-pitched shriek of stone against stone. "Elara, pull back!" Malachi’s voice sounded miles away.

he spoke slowly, giving her the opportunity to ask a few questions. Toward the end, she remembered something and asked Hanley, "Today, Mr. Franklyn mentioned that Solaris is preparing for a major tender. Isn't Burning Star Studio going to participate?" "Of course we will participate. Ryan is already preparing the documents. We’re just waiting for the finalization of the project on Blue Artifact."

I saw a large area of black with a small white blob moving around. “And there is our future alpha.” Dr. Lewiston commented. He zoomed in on the white blob. I was transfixed with the screen. There on the screen was my pup. Locke was staring at the screen as well. “Everything with our future alpha looks right on target. The pup does look a little small, but I am guessing that is due to the pup being a hybrid.” Dr. Lewiston told us. “That would be right. Angels tend to be about the same size as a normal human newborn.” Eivor pointed out.

He says as his feet stomp on each step, sounding like thunder. As Shantal reaches the bottom, she sees Steve pop open his chest compartment and take out what looks like a credit card, but with a black line on front and back. He swipes it on a device in the wall, and it opens up into a gigantic space full of scientific equipment. "Oh. My. Goodness!" Shantal says as she starts to wonder around the lab. "I call it the vault." Steve says as he walks toward a table and lays down on it. Shantal sees a box listed as 'Screens' so she grabs it and sets it beside Steve. "Hmm, nope. Nope. Nope. Why do you have so many different screens in here?" Shantal says, frustrated as she flips through different g

Behind me, I heard him laugh-a rare sound, deep and unguarded, something that made my heartbeat stumble. For some reason, that laugh alone managed to make this whole night seem a little less terrifying. ****** Steven's POV I stood before the full-length mirror, readjusting the cloth of the black trousers on my waist so they sat right. The vest on me underneath was white, hugging all the muscles a lifetime of intensive training had grown upon my frame. The eyes staring back into mine were vaguely familiar, alien in their normality-an Alpha, a fighter, a male that had dealt with too much blood and shared the weight of too many on his shoulders.

In the center stood an obsidian pedestal—and atop it, a shard of polished stone that gleamed like glass and flame. The Mirror Stone. Veyra stepped toward it. The air shimmered. And suddenly, her reflection in the stone moved on its own—smiling at her. Not her. Him. Nyros. You can't run from me, Veyra." His voice came from the reflection, though no sound stirred the room. Her heart clenched. Lioren reached for her hand, grounding her. "You're not real," she hissed at the image. "You're a parasite."

When she stepped out, she caught her reflection in the fogged mirror. Lila Winstone's face stared back at her. Brown eyes. Black hair plastered to her skull. The thin white scar across her collarbone. She pressed her palm to the glass. *You died,* she told the reflection. *You died, and I buried you, and I'm not digging you back up.* *Aurelia Chen*. The woman in the mirror didn't blink. She wrapped a towel around herself, walked to her laptop, and opened the next quarter's projections. The prosthetic line needed a secondary supplier in case the Moonlight Pack deal fell through. She'd start reaching out to human manufacturers in the morning.

beginning to emerge from his own skin, those hollow black eyes bleeding into his silver ones. "Please!" I shrieked, my fingernails tearing as I yanked the tarp. With a thunderous rip, the canvas fell away. The Great Mirror was revealed. Its surface wasn't glass; it was a pool of liquid silver, swirling with a light that didn't come from the sun. I didn't look at my own reflection. I looked at the reflection of the battle behind me. In the mirror, Julian wasn't fighting a corpse. He was fighting himself.