Goldia Pocket Mirror Novels & Stories

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

The walls were pastel yellow, but every inch was trimmed in precious gold but what made the room feel more child-like was the collection of stuffed animals against the wall. The stuffed toys sat orderly on a shelf. Priceless jewels were stitched in for the toys’ eyes; silk chokers and valuable cloth adorned their bodies. Opening her eyes, the young girl sat up and slipped on her slippers with an elegance to her steps. She walked towards the full-length mirror. The mirror was oval-shaped, inlaid with gold and decorated with diamonds. Staring at the face reflected in the mirror, a minute passed as the girl took in each feature. Raising her small delicate hand to her face, the young girl's lips

The man ignored the travelers and continued to stare at the large gold coin his hand even as Mira was standing in front of him. “Good day!” Mira greeted the man. “We’ve come to have these gemstones changed into gold coins.” She then inserted her hand into her pocket and showed two gemstones that she had already previously taken out of her feather bag. The man noticed the glittering stones laid on the table and immediately turned his attention towards them. He looked up and down at Mira and then at Eldion before raising his large lens and placing them above the gemstones on the table.

In the video, Vanessa exited her car and walked toward a storefront. The sign above the door was unmistakable: Golden Mirror Jewelry Workshop A place well-known in Lunada's inner circles—legal, but infamous. A shop that specialized in Class-A copies: jewelry props for shows, advertisements, and exhibitions. Same appearance. Cheaper materials. No guarantees. A low murmur rippled through the lobby. Seraphina clicked the second video. This one was CCTV footage from inside the shop. The angle was clear. Vanessa stood at the counter, taking a necklace out of her bag—the same longevity pendant.

"My lady." Ysolde walked to the bedside table and picked up the small silver hand-mirror that had been in the velvet box with the silver combs, and she walked back across the chamber to Elowen, and she held up the small silver hand-mirror so that Elowen could see herself in it for the first time in three days. Elowen looked into the small silver hand-mirror. The woman who looked back out of the small silver hand-mirror was not the woman Elowen had been seeing in the polished mirror at Ironbough for the past four years.

"Graysten, mon amis. Do you have a mirror?" The Warden nodded at my newest Guardian from his station at the door. From across the room, I couldn't hear what he was saying, but from out of nowhere, a mirror roughly the size of a sheet of paper popped into existence. It rested on his upturned palms. Graysten walked over with it, a questioning look in his eyes. "For what it's worth, Goddess Kiema, I don't see anything on your belly." He handed the mirror to Mason. Started moving back to his spot.

I tossed my head and turned around but as I did, my eyes froze on something on the wall. The gold-stained mirror showed a reflection of a girl who looked nothing like me. She looked almost dead. Her complexion was pale and dull, with no color whatsoever, her eyes were lifeless and big-dark circles had formed around her eyes. Her lips were chapped, her hair had lost all its shine and her collarbones were showing prominently.

She closed it back. Sumico opened again the second drawer. There were quite several usual stuff belonging to a young beautiful girl: several combs, several cosmetics, several stationery sets produced by Huangwira Enterprise, and also several mirrors, lipsticks, and contact lenses. “As far as I remember, Hanny’s eyes are alright and healthy. They don’t get any myopia or hypermetropia. So, why does she have to wear contact lenses?” mumbled Sumico to herself, slightly frowning her forehead.

If one day Lily decided to sell every bag she owns, it was guaranteed she’d make more than $5 million. A closet island was suited in the middle of the room; its glass surface showed expensive jewelry collections, and the rest of the island had drawers that kept panties, pyjamas, socks, hats, gloves, and bets. Above the island, a chandelier that looked like it was created from Elsa's powers hung from the white ceiling. In the corner of the closet, where Lily embraced her beauty, there was a luxurious cosmetics-filled dressing mirror next to it there was full-body wall-mounted mirror.

Bare stone floors, shelves that held nothing but dust, and in the center of the far wall: A mirror. Seven feet tall. Ornate frame twisted with iron and blackened gold, shaped like thorns or vines. It didn’t shimmer. Didn’t reflect. The glass was dull, dark. Waiting. Theo stepped beside her, breath shallow. “That’s the one.” She nodded. “From the sketch.” They moved closer. Sloane stood directly in front of it. She should have seen herself. She should have seen both of them. But the glass was black.