Goldia Pocket Mirror Novels & Stories

“Got any tips?” “As a matter of fact, I do.” Dominic pulled his magic wallet from his pocket and sunk his arm inside. When he pulled his hand out, he was holding a rectangular mirror surrounded by an ornate silver frame. The mirror was about two feet tall, and slightly more than half that in width. The reflective glass was spotless. “Another mirror?” Leesa asked in surprise. “What do I need with another mirror? The one on my wall works just fine.” A sudden thought struck her. “Is this one magic? Will it reverse the image for me?”

I cannot think of anything else… Just when I want to retreat my hand, a glowing shape appears on the surface of the mirror. I take a look closer as it clarifies, and I can distinguish a gold diamond-shaped pendant with an intense purple colored crystal at its center. As I place the journal on the sink to take my phone out of my pocket and take a shot, the instant I’m not touching the book, the shape disappears…oh, come on!!! I touch the book again, but there’s nothing this time. “I thought I would find you here, are you okay girl?” she looked at me with a troubled look. I guess I did look awkward, one hand on the mirror, the other on the book swearing at my own reflection…

I did a good job, too, because it lay hidden there until my sophomore year when one phone call stripped those masks away, laying bare the Truth so I could see myself for what I was. *** As maybe you can imagine I avoid mirrors as much as possible. Can’t be managed all the time, obviously. I do have to shave, comb my hair and brush my teeth occasionally. There’s also the rear-view mirror in my cab, too. That’s somehow the worst. It focuses on my eyes. Everyone’s heard it by now. It’s used in countless stories, poems and movies when someone wants to sound insightful. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Cliché, but remarkably apt. I hate looking into my eyes. They’re dead and flat, which spooks m

“They’re glowing.” I looked at Helga, my pulse pounding. “What?” “Your eyes!” She spoke in a terrified whisper. “They’re golden! They’re — they’re glowing!” She nodded quickly and handed me a broken mirror. I hesitated before I took it, my hands were trembling. When I finally looked at the reflection, I gasped. My eyes… They were glowing. A deep, shimmering gold like nothing I had ever seen in my life. The light seemed to dance and flicker within the glass like there was a fire trapped behind it.

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.

"But he didn't know about the secret pocket in her traveling trunk. I was her closest friend, Lyra. I took this the night she died, knowing that one day, you would be strong enough to hold it." Hestia placed the bundle on the table and carefully unwrapped the velvet. Inside was a hand mirror made of dark, polished wood. The glass wasn't normal; it looked like a pool of deep, still water. On the back, carved into the wood, was a symbol Lyra recognized from the "Laboratory of Horrors" in her dreams: a circle with a line through it, but here it was surrounded by blooming flowers. "It’s a Memory Glass," Hestia explained. "It doesn't show your face. It shows the truth of the blood."

Anna’s breath came in shallow gasps as the light slowly dimmed, revealing their surroundings. They stood in a vast, circular chamber unlike anything she had seen before. The Heart of Reflections was a masterpiece of shimmering beauty and menacing energyTowering mirrors lined the walls, each glowing faintly and displaying fragments of countless worlds. The floor beneath their feet sparkled like polished obsidian, etched with glowing runes that pulsed softly, as if alive. But the most striking feature was the massive mirror at the center of the room. It was the largest they had encountered, its surface impossibly smooth and radiating an ominous golden light. The air around it crackled with ene

I slammed Kieran’s door on my way out a little harder than necessary, stomping down the hall in what I hoped looked like queenly indignation rather than childish pouting. I was halfway to convincing myself that I was done thinking about getting interrupted by the Elder in what could possibly have been the best night of my life, when I caught sight of something gleaming on the wall. A mirror. Not the cheap kind from Target that warps your reflection, but a heavy gilded thing framed in carved wolves and moons.

I said at last. "Honey, I don't think you should see that now," "Please, mom," I insisted. She hesitated for a moment but then opened the nightstand's drawer and took out a pocket mirror before handing it to me. I held the mirror in my hand. I almost let out a terrified shriek. There was a pair of glowing eyes staring back at me. They had liquid golden rings around the pupils, which seemed to glow literally in the dark. As if Mom didn't want me to witness too much of that, she turned on another lamp by the nightstand, the light quickly outshone the golden hue of my eyes, making them return to their natural shade again.

This time a head of auburn hair appeared from the darkness of the living room, barely visible beneath the moonlight. Rowena wasn’t able to see her agitated expression, but I could. The gnashed eyebrows and pursed lips were off putting on a face as kind as Cordelia’s, and for the second time tonight my stomach twisted with the feeling that something was amiss. When the backdoor slid shut behind her and the sound of their muffled voices faded, I turned my attention to the box of supplies she’d handed me. Within the mix of half-burnt candles, herbs, and oils was an old mirror. Other than being chipped at the corner, it was in decent enough condition.