Pocket Mirror Goldia Novels & Stories

I sighed and stared down the long counter; putting off the decision. There were two gold sinks set in the alabaster counter like sacred vessels on an altar. Beside each of them was a small gold dish with an offering of handmade soap set within. Above each sink was an oval mirror in a gold frame; reflective eyes staring out of violet walls. Little gold stars were painted over the walls; gleaming in the light of a chandelier above. I spared them a glance as I padded across the cool stone barefooted; down the length of the rectangular room to where it ended in a floor-to-ceiling window. The window curved outward; panes of glass set into gold frames so that a grid was formed over the amazing vie

Kai walked up to the pulpit while Miera stood by the side watching with a slight smile on her face. “Take the covers off Kai,” Miera said and Kai peeled off the red cloth. “What is this?” I asked as the last covering fell off revealing the rest of the human sized mirror. Miera turned to me. “This is a mirror of time.” she said.

Drawn to it, she walked closer until the light expanded into a wide circular chamber. At its center stood a mirror. Not made of glass, but liquid metal, swirling and alive. Symbols ringed its base, identical to those in the earlier platform. Elara hesitated. “This is the final trial?” The surface of the mirror rippled. Her reflection appeared, but something was different. Her eyes glowed brighter than before, silver streaked with molten gold. Faint markings curled along her arms, like scales formed from light. The air around her reflection shimmered with heat.

Virelle leaned closer to the window. Gold had always been faint in them, subtle enough to look almost brown in normal light. But now, under the fractured moon, they were brighter. Not fully gold, it was threaded with silver. Her stomach dropped. “No,” she whispered. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The girl in the reflection did the same. But the eyes looking back at her did not belong to the person she had been yesterday. And deep beneath the academy, beyond stone and oath and blood, something seemed to stir in answer.

She winked at him. “Oh dear, I got out of prison and I am about to die” he joked. “Get in now!” Mira commanded. “Yes ma’am” he got in quickly. “The back seat”. Mira said as she started the engine. Gerald looked back and his eye’s popped. “We are heading to your favorite place for a picnic”. She announced. “My father’s field?” Gerald asked with emotions. “Yes” Mira smiled. “I have ice cream”. She added. “I fucking love you babe”. Gerald chuckled.

Nora P.O.V The dressing room was dimly lit, its walls lined with vanity mirrors surrounded by faded, yellowed bulbs. I leaned into one of the mirrors, smoothing the blush on my cheekbone with a flick of the brush, watching how the shadows played against my face. My reflection looked like a different person—long pink hair cascading down in waves, lips painted deep red, and golden eyeshadow making my eyes gleam beneath hazel brown contacts. The makeup was thick, almost theatrical, but it did its job of transforming me.

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

It glinted against the fire’s light, catching my eye almost instantly. I drew closer to the object, almost like it was calling to me. The closer I got, the more I was able to make out what it was: a mirror. It was a heart-shaped golden mirror, with beautiful diamond-like stones lodged into the handle. It was clearly a woman’s. The second my eyes locked onto it clearly, I felt a twinge in my heart. I thought I was the only one Khai had taken a liking to. Does this mean he’s been having another woman in his chambers all this while? Could it be Nyra?

“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.

Aria stepped inside slowly. This was a temple. Or something like it. Selene didn’t speak. She just closed the door behind them and walked across the room. She opened a drawer and pulled out something wrapped in cloth. A mirror, small and old. Aria stepped closer. Inside the mirror was her face. But not as it was. Her eyes shimmered silver. Her skin glowed faintly. Her lips were parted like she was about to speak, but she wasn’t. Her reflection looked back at her like it knew something she didn’t.