Lapis Lazuli Mirror Steven Universe Novels & Stories

Because for him, it has. “Prepare them,” he says casually. The guards move instantly. Not rushing. Not hesitating. Obedient. A massive object is brought into the chamber. It takes several warriors to carry it—an obsidian mirror framed in jagged stone that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. The surface ripples faintly, as if something beneath it is aware of being used. A communication relic. Old. Unstable. Powerful. It is set upright before Malrik. He steps in front of it, adjusting nothing, waiting for nothing. The mirror responds immediately to his presence, dark energy curling across its surface like smoke trapped behind glass.

The chamber beyond the arch was circular, walls lined with black obsidian that drank the torchlight. In the center stood a single mirror—tall, ornate, framed in what looked like bone. Its surface swirled with silver mist, refusing to show any reflection. Stephanie clutched Riley's arm, her nails digging in. "I don't want to go first. Please, God, not me." But the mirror had other plans.

His hair tousled in a backwards motion. As soon as he looked up from his phone I could have sworn to see a glint of pure surprise in his eyes. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Might I let you know that Noah is never speechless. A smooth talker from the first day he has opened his mouth to say something to me. Quite an unusual scene to witness, but oh so rewarding. To know that I obtain the ability to still surprise him is quite satisfactory. "Like what you see," I say while batting my lashes at him in a very seductive way "mister Stepanov?"

The lights suddenly came on, and a loud clap followed. “What the hell? What's going on?” Steven asked, looking around in disbelief. Both of them had been captured in a metal prison in the shape of a cube. It was completely enclosed, with no way to see outside it except through a window that ran continuously all around the upper side of the walls, completely sealed by a transparent glass-like material. Steven rushed at the window and attempted to break it open when another voice came. “Don’t even bother. That thing is made from the strongest material in the world. Not even your werewolf strength can break through it. Kudos to you for making it this far in your investigations, but this is the

Mirabella said softly, determination creeping into her tone, “if the prophecy is true. If my granddaughter will be the one to fulfill it.” The figure raised a delicate hand, gesturing slowly as if weaving through unseen strands of fate. Mirabella stepped forward, her heart pounding, and together they pressed their palms to the surface of the mirror that bridged their realities—this very mirror, now pulsating with dormant runes, holding secrets that could shatter worlds. As their hands connected, a jolt of energy flared between them, electric and alive. The mirror ignited with brilliance. And from its depths emerged a vision: a girl—dark curls falling wildly around her face—stood in a grove e

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

The obsidian mirror shimmered behind him, and within it, the reflection of the Sleepless One grinned. Lucian drew his blade. “It ends tonight.” Malrec’s smile was cruel. “No, incubus. Tonight, it begins again.” The runes ignited, blood-red light flooding the room as the mirror flared open, its surface warping like liquid fire. The reflection of the Sleepless One reached outward—long, clawed hands stretching into the waking world. Saraphina stood tall, eyes blazing. “Then we burn it together.” The light consumed everything.

[SPELL: VEIL BREAKER] [TARGET: AREA WIDE] The sky above the battlefield darkened. The clouds swirled, forming a perfect, reflective circle. A mirror in the heavens, a mile wide. "Look up!" Vespera commanded. The soldiers, confused, looked up at the giant mirror in the sky. It showed the battlefield below. It showed the dragon. It showed the soldiers. But when the reflection showed Lysander and Elara, the image shifted. The illusion shattered. In the mirror, Lysander looked sickly. His golden armor was tarnished. His skin was grey, his eyes sunken, his life force visibly draining away like smoke.