Mirror Lapis Novels & Stories

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

But here—in this dead land—it pulsed like a heartbeat trying to keep her tethered to something real. “I can feel it,” she whispered. “It’s close.” They pressed on. Eventually, the trees opened into a clearing—silent and circular, ringed with stones carved with runes so old even Long didn’t recognize them. At the center stood a mirror. Not in a frame. Not hanging. It rose from the earth like a blade. At least twelve feet tall, silver and black, the surface shimmered like moonlight on deep water. But when Emma stepped forward, it did not reflect her.

He surfaces, snarling. Lila tuts. "Rude. And here I've been so hospitable." She flicks her wrist, and the water parts, revealing a pit of writhing roots. Nestled within them is the First Mirror's frame, now caked in fen-muck. The Voidmother's presence surges. *"She's been busy."* Lila traces the frame. "Mirrors are such fragile things. But feed them enough pain, and they become... *windows*."

A sleek surgical chair stood in the center. "You've been busy," Darius muttered. Mirabel looked at him without blinking. "And you're as pretty as the rumors say. Try not to bleed on anything." Elodie snorted. "I like her already." Mirabel gestured toward the bag Elodie carried. "Show me what you brought." They placed the drives on the counter. Mirabel's eyes widened slightly as she scanned the labels. "Echo Alpha," she whispered. "So it's true. Elijah completed the mirror phase."

The forest path grew narrow as Anastasia followed the trail Matif had etched into her memory twisting through ferns and weeping willows until the trees parted into a clearing blanketed in eerie stillness. A crescent-shaped basin of water shimmered at the center, still as glass, rimmed with blue petals and glowing moss. The Mirror Pool. It was older than the kingdom itself spoken of in whispers, used only by those whose fates balanced on the edge of life and ruin.

“Remember this: the mirror shows what is true. It shows what it wants. When you seek, be simple. One question. One answer. No bargains. No lies.” A watcher named Jorin put his palm to the black glass and whispered the name of a lost child he wanted to find. The mirror breathed and showed a small face, sleeping under a rock. Jorin’s eyes filled and he stepped away. “Good,” I said. “We will use the mirror to map. Not to bargain. Not to hunt power. It is a tool.” Night came and the castle lit with low fires. I walked the battlements and listened to the patrols. I felt the kingdom move. It was like an animal shifting in sleep. Small muscles tightened. It would wake with speed.

"But there's something else you should know. About what happens when both bloods fully merge." Lucian doesn't want to hear it. But he needs to. "Tell me," Lucian says. Jasper sets the journal aside. Walks to a locked chest in the corner. Opens it with a key from around his neck. Inside, wrapped in oiled cloth, lies a mirror. Not silver like Thane's. This one looks like black glass. Obsidian, polished to impossible smoothness. "Vampire glass," Jasper says. "Shows truth that normal mirrors hide. My father used it to track his own deterioration."

When she stepped out, she caught her reflection in the fogged mirror. Lila Winstone's face stared back at her. Brown eyes. Black hair plastered to her skull. The thin white scar across her collarbone. She pressed her palm to the glass. *You died,* she told the reflection. *You died, and I buried you, and I'm not digging you back up.* *Aurelia Chen*. The woman in the mirror didn't blink. She wrapped a towel around herself, walked to her laptop, and opened the next quarter's projections. The prosthetic line needed a secondary supplier in case the Moonlight Pack deal fell through. She'd start reaching out to human manufacturers in the morning.

The shelf shifted, revealing a narrow hallway bathed in violet flame. The air grew cooler as they descended, scentless and strange, until they reached a circular chamber carved into the earth itself. Moonlight filtered in from above through enchanted quartz, illuminating the murals on the stone walls—stories told in wolf-shapes and crimson swirls. In the center stood a mirror. Seven feet tall. Frame forged from ironwood, inlaid with veins of silver and howlite. But the glass itself… it rippled like a liquid dream. Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking.

Scene 2: The Fire Mirror Hours later, they reached a vast cavern cut deep into the mountain’s side. The air shimmered with heat. In the center, a lake of magma bubbled angrily, and above it hovered a strange relic—a polished obsidian mirror framed in gold. Iris approached it cautiously, drawn by the power radiating from it. Her reflection shimmered in the surface, then twisted. She gasped. She saw herself—not as she was, but as she had once been. Nadia. Whole. Untouched by betrayal.