Pocket Mirror Goldia Novels & Stories

' I exclaimed silently. I quickly picked up the customized face mirror. The handle was made out of gold, and the oval-shaped mirror itself was showered with glittering gems! I almost fainted because it almost fell in the carpet. If it was broken, I don't know if I can pay for it even if I sell myself to a devil. This mirror is such bling-bling. So sparkly and expensively looking! I immediately put the mirror on my face to look at it. My eyes widen when I finally saw the girl in the mirror. I was shocked to say something when a pair of red-violet orbs stared right through me!

After Heaton left, Wilbur spent a few quiet days, ensuring that Heaton would not return anytime soon. He then took out the bronze mirror and recited an incantation. The mirror began to rapidly absorb the surrounding energy. As Wilbur watched the mirror, now glowing with golden light, a sudden doubt crept into his mind. Since this bronze mirror world could alter the flow of time, why would such a priceless treasure appear in the lower dimensions, like on Earth?

Then she makes the magic dissipate, approaches Julius and sits down, in front of him. The others look at her. - You doubt that a mirrored obsidian stone can give you visions of the past and future, but you are wrong. An Obsidian mirror is a very powerful object, used by those who dare to look at themselves in the black mirror. Julius raises an eyebrow and she chuckles. She opens the bag where she kept the herbs and takes out another smaller bag. From inside the bag, she takes out a round mirror, made of a black stone, which was so polished.

Ben narrowed his eyes but relaxed as Dana nudged him shaking her head. “There’s fireworks on the beach today at 10pm.” One of the vendors chatted as Dana was looking through his stall. Dana bought 2 pocket mirrors. It was unique as the mirror casing was a clam shell which opened to show a mirror with its outer border decorated with seashells. “Take 3.” Ben suggested, he knew who the two were for…. but Sarah would feel left out. Dana bit her tongue closing her eye and quickly picked another and mouthed a thank you gesture.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Stone walls etched with ancient runes glowed faintly as Aria approached, the symbols shifting as if awakening from sleep. Her pulse thundered. Luca stayed close, his presence steady and grounding. “Whatever happens,” he said, “you are not alone.” She placed her palm against the sealed door. The stone shuddered. Then it opened. The chamber revealed a circular room filled with relics, scrolls, and a massive mirror framed in silver and obsidian. The air hummed with restrained power. Aria stepped inside, drawn forward. The mirror rippled. Her reflection shifted. Then changed. She gasped as the image showed a woman standing in a battlefield of fire and ash, eyes glowing with the same light now fl

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

As they reached the final chamber, Ayla stopped. At its center stood a single mirror—taller than a man, its frame carved from moonstone. The surface rippled faintly, as if it were breathing. Her heart pounded. “This is it.” Kian stepped closer, his hand on his sword. “Careful. The Mirror doesn’t just show. It binds.” Ayla ignored him. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The surface rippled beneath her fingertips, cool and alive. For a heartbeat, she saw only her reflection. Then, slowly, another image formed—her face, but different. Darker eyes. A crescent mark glowing on her brow.

Just as he was feeling stumped, however, he suddenly heard a voice call out, “You’re not Eldest Young Mistress…!” Upon hearing that, Gerald immediately looked around… But there was no one there. Eventually, his gaze fell upon one of the magic artifacts… It was a bronze mirror. Walking toward the mirror, Gerald then asked, “Are you the one who spoke?” After his question, the mirror began to glow… and shortly after a little girl—who looked to be around eight—with pigtails wearing a floral-patterned jacket appeared! “That’s right!” replied the child. “…Hmm? And here I thought you were a magic artifact… As it turned out, you’re just a mirror made from spirits! How long have you been trapped in t

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.