Mirror Lapis Novels & Stories

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

"My granddaughter is alive, and she is more deserving of Nethras than half of you are of your thrones." For a moment, I saw Selena flinch. Just slightly. Just enough to know that Grandmother had drawn blood. "Enough," Lord Valerius's voice cut through the burgeoning argument. He looked at me, his gaze lingering on my wrist where the Moon Seal pulsed. "Bring forth the Mirror of Reflection." --- The First Trial: Reflection Attendants wheeled forth the massive slab of mercury-backed crystal again. It was taller than I was, its surface rippling like the skin of a living thing. The mirror didn't reflect light - it seemed to absorb it, drawing the blue torchlight into its depths like a predator dr

I wasn't going to break now. "Let the high elders bring out the Lunar Mirror," I declared, stepping toward the center of the pit, where a large, circular slab of obsidian stone was embedded into the floor. Old elder Silas exchanged a grave, solemn look with the other council members before nodding. He gestured to two cloaked shamans who stood at the back of the chamber. The shamans stepped forward, carrying a massive, heavily carved silver frame holding a piece of polished, dark crystal—the Lunar Mirror, an ancient artifact used to measure the purity and strength of a wolf's spiritual core.

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

He enjoyed the way their eyes flashed to his but never stayed, the way they were afraid. "Are we clear?" Veyron's piercing and purposeful voice broke through the muttering. The only sound to break the silence was the distant trickle of water from the cavern's roof. The gathered crowd reluctantly nodded, not wanting to say anything. "Well done." A grin that was equal parts threat and joy curved his lips. He turned away and paced to the chamber's edge, where a huge mirror made of obsidian stood, its surface vibrating slightly as if it were alive. That mirror was an ingenious bit of engineering. An all-in-one surveillance tool and platform. He had seen kingdoms collapse, alliances break, and li

The Watcher's smile turns predatory as he produces something that shouldn't exist—a mirror crafted from obsidian so pure it seems to absorb light itself, its surface rippling with veins of silver fire that pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat. The frame appears to be carved from crystallized starlight, edges sharp enough to cut reality itself, and when I look at it, my reflection doesn't show. Instead, the surface writhes with possibilities, showing glimpses of futures and pasts that exist in the spaces between what is and what could be.

I returned to my room that night and stood in front of the mirror. I used to admire that mirror. It was imported from France and gifted during the simple Luna ceremony. Gilded edges, flawless glass, just like I used to pretend I was. But now, even it looked like it judged me. I touched my reflection—cold fingertips meeting colder eyes. My smile held, but just barely.

His heartbeat pulsed in his ears, every second stretching longer than it should. He leaned in, breath fogging the glass slightly. And there barely visible beneath the silvering of the mirror something glimmered. A small, circular distortion, right over his shoulder. It wasn’t dirt. It wasn’t a crack. It was a lens. Noa’s gasp filled the silence. “There’s another one” Before he could finish, Alessio’s fist went straight through the glass. The mirror shattered instantly, a loud, violent sound that sliced through the stillness. Shards rained to the floor like glittering rain, sharp edges catching the dim light.

“Had to try.” Jessica stepped closer to the altar. She raised her torch and shone the beam directly at the crystal. The diamond caught the light and fractured it, scattering bright beams in four directions—one for each compass point. The light danced across the walls, illuminating sections of the arena previously shrouded in darkness. “It’s a reflective device,” Jessica said. “Some sort of solar mapping tool, maybe ceremonial. Look how the light splits—North, South, East, and West.” Sean turned slowly, watching the beams of light extend across the chamber. “Could be a map room of sorts. Designed to guide… or to protect.”

The Mirror Room occupied the entire third floor of the club, a single vast chamber where every surface—walls, ceiling, floor—had been replaced with seamless, high-clarity mirrors. Soft recessed lighting eliminated almost every shadow. The result was a infinite, shifting kaleidoscope of naked flesh. Couples and trios moved throughout the space, their bodies reflected a hundred times over in every direction, so that a single thrust became a corridor of identical thrusts stretching into endless distance.