Goldia Pocket Mirror Novels & Stories

“I’m waiting for her answer.” ⸻ Below, Miriam led Amelia toward a narrow alcove hidden behind the twelfth pillar. Inside stood a large mirror framed in polished cedar. Unlike an ordinary mirror, its surface shimmered gently like calm water. “What is this?” Amelia asked. “The Mirror of Keepers.” “It doesn’t show your face.” “It shows your choice.” Amelia hesitated. “I don’t understand.” “You will.” Miriam stepped aside. “Look.” Amelia slowly approached the mirror. At first she saw only her own reflection.

he took up the paper containing her questions. The first question was 'How does my mum look like?'. He cleared his throat and took out a hand mirror from his spatial ring. It was made of rhinestone. It looked really pretty and the ladies' eyes shone. This was made by a skilled master! Collen pointed the hand mirror towards the wall and a bright golden light shone, illuminating the part of the wall. Soon, a clear picture of a lady appeared. The green-haired lady wore a silver knee-length gown and black harem pants that covered her ankles. She wore white socks. A black belt was around her waist, but if one looked closer, it was actually a soft sword. Her hair was tied up elaborately, with seve

He asks. I sit up straight, pulling my bag over to me as I rummage through and find what I’m looking for. I pull out a small pocket mirror, just an old silver thing that flips closed and can be tucked into your pocket if needed. I’m not a girly girl per say but every now and then I like to see if I have mud on my face.

She walks into the largest clothes shop and selling another three stand long and large mirror. She had found out seven days ago that her furniture's warehouse had the ability to replace things taken out from the warehouse after forty eight hours. So now she wants to sell two set make up tables and three stand long big mirror . After showing one of the mirror and the makeup table to the owner. She offer to pay six hundred silver taels for each mirror and also six hundred silver taels for each of the make up table .

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.

“It’s alive.” Kael stepped forward cautiously. “Which relic do we need?” “I don’t know,” I said, scanning the chamber. “But I’ll know when I see it.” And then I did. At the far end of the Vault, resting on a pedestal carved with moon symbols, was a mirror fragment — no bigger than my hand. It shimmered like liquid silver, reflecting not our faces but shifting scenes. I felt drawn to it. My heart pounded as I stepped closer. I reached out and touched it.

I shivered. "Elara," Lorenzo said, not taking his eyes off our reflection in the mirror. "This is the one." "It fits her like a glove," Elara nodded, pleased. "Now, for the accessories." "No jewelry," Lorenzo said. "Just the ring." He lifted my hand, watching the massive diamond sparkle against the gold fabric. "And one more thing," Lorenzo added. He reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small, flat object. It looked like a flash drive, but it was encased in platinum.

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

Her fingers moved with practiced ease, weaving sigils across the glass as golden light shimmered between the pair. “They’ll work like mirrors between realms,” she explained, without looking up. “Like… magical FaceTime, but prettier.” I chuckled. “That’s horrifying and amazing.” “You love it.” “Not denying that.” When she was done, she handed me one of the mirrors. The surface pulsed once as it attuned to me, then fell still. We packed lightly after that: a few enchanted food containers, water flasks, medical basics—just in case. The magical tent folded neatly into a cloth pouch no bigger than a wallet. Loria’s spellwork had made it practically weightless. Everything else, we could summon.

"We'll be out of your hair after this next plate. I'll pay the full amount, so let the poor waiter have the second half meant for us. Ah! While I'm here, did you happen to find the items at the auction I needed?" "A few pieces of the polished obsidian from Vesuvius, a Muse's tear, aged olive root from a hundred years old tree, and an assortment of local medicines. They are all legitimate, so I hope you have the capital to complete our little deal." "Of course. Have them sent to Yao's home, I'll have Lu bring the money later this evening, thank you." "A pleasure as always Nina." He tipped his hat and adjusted his scarf. "Until next time" She took Yao's hand and smiled "well...we get to start