Pocket Mirror Goldia Novels & Stories

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.

Like the crystals themselves were holding their breath. I turned around slowly, my shoes making soft creaks against the old wooden floor. I wanted to leave, to get out of there and breathe, but something caught my eye as I passed a tall mirror resting against the far wall. I saw something strange. Something that made me stop in my tracks. My reflection. It looked normal… at first. But then it happened. A quick, sudden flash of gold in my eyes. It was so fast, I blinked. I stepped back and rubbed my eyes with my fingers. My chest tightened. I stared at the mirror again, searching for it. But it was gone. My eyes were back to their normal color.

Seeing his face made me gasp because he looked familiar and I was reminded of the other times I dreamed about him and this place! "Silas, look at this mirror. Don't you think the queen will like this?" I blinked and looked at the mirror he was showing. It was a gold hand mirror that had pretty art details on the back. Looking at it, I can see why Milo thought of the queen. "It suits her." I smiled and we bought the mirror, looked around some more and bought some candies for the prince and princess as well. "Do you think they will like these? They're sweet." I asked Milo while chewing on one.

"Uh... the British and French Mirrors are still at large, so is the Russian one. We just found out that the British and French Mirrors hate each other, so I wouldn't worry about them joining forces, which is good because they're the strongest ones so far. Now, the French might contact the Russian instead. Which is funny, by the way, because during the human wars, the Russians actually--" LJ stopped. His brethren were all looking at him weirdly. Just as well, he didn't know what he was saying anymore. "I'll take over from here." Haneul sighed, looking at LJ in disappointment. "As Li Jie said, the British, French, and Russian Mirrors are still at large. The Cuban Mirror remains incarcerated in

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.

“Come. I saved the best for last—The Mirror of Ecstasies. It shows you the one thing you crave more than anything else... then makes you live it.” The door opened with a low groan that sounded more like a moan. The chamber beyond was dim, illuminated only by a floating mirror suspended in mid-air—seven feet tall and framed in living vines that pulsed with veins of red and violet light. It was warm, humid. The air smelled of jasmine and sweat. Emma stepped in, hesitant. The mirror shimmered, the surface not glass but liquid shadow, swirling with whispers. “The Mirror of Ecstasies,” Terra purred beside her, her voice like honey poured over steel. “This isn’t some toy, Emma. It doesn't lie. It

The realm shuddered Mirrors cracked, The impostor shrieked “NO! She’s rejecting the gift!” Suddenly, the mirror in the real world exploded in black flame, But no one moved, Because standing in the center of the room, Eyes ablaze, Was Aria, Not young, Not maternal, But ancient, Burning. She walked to the shards and placed her hand over the soot-covered glass, And whispered: “My daughter doesn’t need another life, She’s already chosen her truth.” In the mirror realm, Liora stood beside her shadow-self, And at last, the fire returned, Not blue, But gold, Bright, Whole. She turned, And stepped through the final door, Back in the shrine, a crack tore through the air.

Even without any makeup on, Xyla Quest still looked exquisitely beautiful. Sharon Lidnt couldn’t resist complimenting her. “So beautiful… Quick, have a look, darling…” Xyla instantly walked over to the dressing mirror joyously. She looked at her reflection in the mirror… The mirror inlaid with gold and diamonds showed her reflection. She was glowing like a diamond, appearing both fairy-like and noble. Sharon had very good taste. Xyla was very pleased with the set of jewelry.

I usually angle my rear-view mirror so when I absolutely have to use it, I see mostly the road behind or whoever is riding in back. The morning after I took those college boys to The Golden Kitty, I spent as little time as possible before the bathroom mirror, as always. Wasn’t sporting much scruff so I skipped shaving, opting to swig some mouthwash instead of brushing my teeth (lazy, I know). I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing a few locks into place. Still, I caught my reflection’s flat gaze and couldn’t stop the voices whispering in my head . . . who are you?

“You know that I could only reach you through the bathroom mirror, and I never really planned to stay here long...” “A bathroom mirror?” Johan asked. “We charmed it so that I can contact Eirian and my mother anywhere in the world they are...” “It goes direct to my compact!” said Eirian, showing off a golden compact mirror she pulled out from a small lacy hand bag. “What ever happened to that photography class you went to anyway?” she asked.