Mirror Lapis Novels & Stories

"It doesn't show your face. It shows the truth of the blood." Lyra picked up the mirror. It felt impossibly light in her hand. As she looked into the dark glass, the surface began to ripple. The reflection of the festival disappeared, replaced by the image of a woman who looked exactly like Lyra, but with hair as white as the snow.

"If he’s cheating on me, I’ll have her head. I’ll kill them both." "Maria, wait," I said, but she wasn't listening. She was already limping toward the house, her emerald gown torn by the bushes. I looked down at the floor of the gazebo and saw something glinting in the moonlight. I picked it up. It was a small, silver pendant—a mirror-shaped charm. It was exactly like the one Diana wore. My heart dropped. The "Mirror of Malice" wasn't just a name for my marriage. It was a web, and we were all caught in it.

Chapter 173: The Laboratory of Broken Mirrors The transition from Tier Two to the deeper sectors was a descent into an alchemical tomb. The air here was dry, cold, and heavy with the scent of old paper and calcified bone. This was Malakor’s private sanctuary—the Laboratory of Mirrors. The walls were lined with thousands of small, polished obsidian fragments, arranged in intricate, geometric patterns designed to reflect and amplify the light of the mountain core throughout the mountain complex. As Natalia’s group burst into the long gallery, their torches caught the mirrors, creating a disorienting, endless hall of flickering orange and violet reflections. Every step they took was multiplied

I approached the mirror, The woman in the mirror had long, flowing white hair and cold, blue beautiful eyes. She looked exactly like Luna Mei ling, the evil Luna from the show Moonbound Fate. "No," I breathed, touching the glass. The reflection touched the glass too. I pinched my arm hard. "Ow!" The reflection did the same thing, I dressed backward, gestured hello the reflection repeated the same thing I pinched myself again,

“You’re trying to figure out if I’ll burn the world down with my mates.” “Would you?” she asked softly. “No,” I said, stepping closer. “I’d drown it.” The silence cracked like lightning. Lysarien didn’t blink. “Then let the waters rise.” ⸻ Phase One: The Mirrorwalk They led me to a chamber of glass—walls, ceiling, floor—all mirror. But these weren’t reflections. Not truly. They were versions. In one, I saw myself alone—regal, cold, dressed in a crown of coral and bone, ruling without Cassian or Xanden. Unbonded. Untouchable.

It was old, the frame tarnished silver worked into a pattern of vines, the glass itself dark, like looking into a pool of standing water rather than a mirror. My reflection didn’t show up in it the way it should have. I turned it over in my hands, then carried it over to where Melissa was sleeping. “Melissa.” I touched her shoulder. “Wake up. I think I found something.” Her eyes opened, blinking blearily, and then sharpened the second they landed on the mirror in my hands. She sat up straighter.

Liam said firmly, dialing the number. But before he could press call, the lights flickered again once, twice, then held steady. Lola’s gaze snapped toward the fallen mirror. The shards no longer reflected sunlight. Instead, they shimmered faintly, like water catching light beneath the surface. “Liam…” she whispered. “It’s happening again.” He dropped the phone and rushed to her side, grabbing her hand. “Stay with me. Don’t look.” But she couldn’t help it. Her eyes locked on the largest shard, and in that fractured glass she saw movement.

It made no difference. I walked straight through the halls, my steps echoing off the stone until I reached the chamber where I kept my prize. My hand lingered on the door a moment, savoring the anticipation, before I pushed it open. The Mirror stood waiting. I stepped toward it, watching my reflection bend and warp in the black glass, a thousand versions of me peering back with the same hungry eyes. A laugh rumbled out of me, low and dark, filling the room. “Oh, poor Jalen,” I whispered, leaning closer, my breath fogging the glass. “I gave you an opportunity. To stand at my side. To shift your loyalties against the skirts of your ex-Luna. But you spat it back in my face.”

The night was eerily still. The kind of stillness that carried whispers no one could explain. Alessia stood beside Luca, her fingers brushing his as they faced the tall remaining piece of the broken mirror, the same one that had been her favourite in the room. It's silver frame was cracked at the corners, yet something within it shimmered faintly, like trapped light begging to breathe. Luca's reflection looked back at him, strong, unreadable, the faint shadow of fatigue softening his edges.

And then the mega-mirror started glowing. It was the only one left standing at the edge of the island, massive and imposing and impossibly bright. We'd dismissed it earlier, assumed it was just a remnant of the broken sky that we'd somehow missed. But now it was glowing with blinding, blood-red light, pulsing like a heartbeat, and I felt my own heart drop into my stomach. The glass rippled like liquid water. I grabbed Malakai's arm, and he immediately pulled me behind him, his claws extending as he positioned himself between me and the mirror. Vane and Ronan flanked us, their bodies tense, their eyes scanning for threats.