Mirror Lapis Novels & Stories

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

In the center stands the mirror. It’s not what Bianca expected. No grand pedestal. No silver frame. Just a tall, narrow slab of obsidian resting between two stone holders. Its surface ripples faintly, like oil over water. The air around it pulses. Bianca takes a slow step back. “You sure you want to do this?” she whispers. “No,” Lumina says again. “But I have to.” She walks forward. Each step feels heavier than the last. The mirror hums softly, as though recognizing her presence. Lumina closes her eyes, steadying herself.

Yve explained to her mother as she finished her bowl of stew. Mirror was not a thing they have inside their house because they are far on the capital and does not have that much money to afford it. Mirror at these times were an indication of status in life. Only people with prestigious family and the royalties could have it. So, Yve doesn't have any opportunity to look on her reflection. She could only use her own twin to mirrorized her self. But their only difference is their hair color and their eyes. Luna is the one who's purely Albino but Yve had some features that are really different than her twin.

It made her feel happy looking at it and reminded her of her favourite movie. As they were leaving the store, something flashed in the corner of her eye, and she turned to find an ornate mirror sitting on a counter. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. There was something about it that called to her. There was nothing fancy about it, it was just a small vanity mirror with an art deco pattern etched around its edges, and a plain metal stand. “Millie, is it too late to change my mind and swap the lamp for this mirror?” she asked, pointing at it.

' I exclaimed silently. I quickly picked up the customized face mirror. The handle was made out of gold, and the oval-shaped mirror itself was showered with glittering gems! I almost fainted because it almost fell in the carpet. If it was broken, I don't know if I can pay for it even if I sell myself to a devil. This mirror is such bling-bling. So sparkly and expensively looking! I immediately put the mirror on my face to look at it. My eyes widen when I finally saw the girl in the mirror. I was shocked to say something when a pair of red-violet orbs stared right through me!

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?

She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos. As they watched in horror, the mirror's edge expanded, its dark expanse stretching out towards them, threatening to swallow them whole. Nocturna's laughter, cold and mocking, rang out as the world around the guardians began to crumble, plunging them into the abyss of the unknown.

"When you chose yourself. What did it cost?" Lilith's expression moved through something complex, and then settled into a honesty that Eve recognized as the real answer, not the simplified version, not the version designed to manage her response. "Everything," Lilith said. "And nothing I actually needed." She reached into the folds of her dark garment and drew something out, and Eve watched the borderland's strange layered light catch it and throw it back differently, transformed. It was a mirror, small enough to hold in two hands, but it had a presence that suggested it occupied more space than its physical dimensions explained. The surface was dark, not reflective in any normal sense, more

Kael trimmed those down with the cold efficiency of someone who had been living inside this war too long. Lys watched. Then, almost despite herself, he leaned in. Her finger hovered over one region on the display. A facility icon is old and unremarkable to anyone who didn’t know the architecture. “That one,” she said. All three men looked at her. “That’s one of her older mirrors,” Lys said. “An early backup node she used for conditioning experiments and cascade development. Not the main core. But close in kind.” Dima frowned. “Mirror?” “A backup brain,” Jace translated. “Or a piece of one.”

"I am a prince of this kingdom. Where is the mirror?" The man blinks slowly, his milky eyes tracking my movement. He points a long, dirt-caked finger toward a warped silver plate hanging near the door. I step toward it. My feet feel light, lacking the heavy thud of my usual stride. I look into the polished metal. My stomach drops into my throat. The reflection staring back is a boy. Six years old, at most. Dark hair curls wildly around a round, chubby face. The golden eyes of my Lycan are there, but they are wide, childish, and ridiculous.