Lapis Lazuli Mirror Steven Universe Novels & Stories

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

Evryn blinked. They stood in a vast, spiraling chamber unlike anything they’d seen before. The floor reflected stars—no, fragments of timelines. Ghosts of possible futures shimmered in glass-like currents beneath their feet. Above them, massive lenses rotated slowly, refracting the entire chamber like a kaleidoscope of memories. Elara gasped. “What is this place?” Aurex’s internal sensors hummed. “The Mirror Project. This... is where all variants of Project E.V.E.R. converge.”

"This mirror is not just a key; it's a beacon. It's reacting to the runes!" Suddenly, the mirror started levitating, its surface rippling like liquid silver. From its depths, an ethereal voice echoed, speaking in the Lost Language. As the words filled the void of space, the wormhole responded, its energy surging and creating ripples that resonated with the mirror's frequency. Darius, looking around in awe, said, "The universe itself is reacting to the mirror. Whatever lies beyond this wormhole must be of immense importance."

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

She motioned to it, and Blake’s eyes lit up. “What do you need?” Clarissa questioned. “Stand back. I got this!” He told her before putting a hand on the glass and murmuring in the old language. The mirror swirled the color of pine and grass until a beautiful green whirlpool appeared in the center of it. Clarissa gasped, glancing between it and Blake. She had not recognized his primary element until now- nature. Blake grabbed her hand as they walked toward the mirror together. Clarissa’s other hand rested gently on Mimi’s back and the pup snuggled in one of Blake’s arms as they stepped forward. They had escaped! Nothing could stop them now.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

He had the most comfortable feeling so far as he could remember in his entire life, and it was even accompanied by a sweet dream. All he knew was when he closed his eyes, and his lids covered over the surface of his eyes, darkness welcome, and in an instant, a light suddenly shone through, eating away the darkness that previously covered his eyes. The white light then transitioned quickly, and he found his vision covered with a dream-like scene. It was like the sky was split into two, and he was standing on the other part. It reminded him of the Uyuni Salt Flats in Bolivia when he went to the country for a business trip, one of the scenes that he personally considered as the most magical and

Adrian's expression fell. "What are you looking at? I barely escaped with my life from that place. Don't feel bad for my sorry state. Those souls didn't fare any better." Thalia glared at Adrian and the others, taking out a pitch-black bronze mirror from its bosom. Besides a deep and non-reflective surface, the mirror was also carved with dark dragon patterns. "This mirror can reflect dragon souls. Although she’s still transforming, she can use this to leave the magma pool," Thalia explained.

I thought to myself, cringing inwardly. My eyes landed on Mirai, who offered me an encouraging smile. Her straight white hair flowed around her, so long, it draped down past her chair. Her eyes, the same platinum white, were tinged with just a hint of darkness where her irises and pupils should be, giving her an air of mystery. She wore a lavender crystal sphere around her neck that glowed faintly from within. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of power resided inside it. I could always feel the energy radiating from it whenever she was nearby. I gave her a nearly imperceptible nod before looking away.