Mirror Lapis Novels & Stories

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.”

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

Athina spat in an accusatory tone and Maria laughed at how much athina loved to tease her about her obsession with bows. "At least it isn't pink though so you have to admit it has significantly reduced over the years" Maria quipped, still admiring the mirror. "Actually it has lights installed so when you plug it in, the lights come on and the lights are pink" An employee piped in coming to stand close to Maria and athina having overheard their conversation. She was beaming with a smile as she bent to plug the wire into a nearby socket. True to what she said, the mirror came to life, the once silver rim now changing changing a vibrant pink. Maria stepped back a few feet, trying her best not t

Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and the surface shimmered like liquid silver, almost inviting them to look within. Emily approached the mirror, her reflection gazing back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "What is this mirror, and why does it feel so unsettling?" Liam stepped forward, studying his own reflection with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I believe this is no ordinary mirror. It seems to reflect more than just our physical appearance." As the pack gathered around, the mirror began to glow softly, and each member's reflection took on a life of its own. Rachel's reflection showed her laughing, carefree, and joyful, but Sarah's reflect

POV: Lila (primary), Kehra (bone-soft cadence), Maximus (orbiting stillness), Elora (memory’s new tone), Thread (beyond grip) Lila The mirror wall blurred this morning. No fog. No fracture. No sign. Just a ripple across its surface as if the air itself had offered a soft “yes.” I stood before it for what might’ve been hours. I didn’t speak. Didn’t move closer. There was no question left in me.

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.

EPISODE 1 — THE MIRROR The mirror hangs on the dressing room wall, framed in silver so heavy two men would struggle to move it from its mount. In the coffee shop where Mira’s life ended, the only mirrors were the small, smudged squares above the bathroom sinks — scratched with initials and hearts, reflecting faces tired from work and worry. Here, this glass is perfect, polished to a clarity that shows not just reflections but the faint ghost of what was there before. The silver frame carries cold like a block of ice pulled from winter water, and when she presses her palm against it, the metal leaves white marks on her skin that take seconds to fade.

It was low and so quiet that I had to strain to hear it, but there was no mistaking that voice. It was Lina’s. Throwing caution to the wind, because I was fearless like that, I said fuck it and approached the mirror. The frame wasn’t just silver, it also had carvings of the moon phases down each side. At the top was a crystal the size of my fist. It sparkled as I approached, and part of me wondered if it was in greeting or a warning that my soul was about to get sucked out through my nose. With my luck it would be the latter.

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

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.