Pocket Mirror Goldia Novels & Stories

I didn’t stop until her body sagged and crumpled, dead weight. Something glinted. A ring. Dark silver coiled with black stone, pulsing faintly. I ripped it off her limp hand, my chest heaving, blood pounding in my ears. The mirror. I didn’t think—I just pressed the ring forward, shut my eyes tight, lips shaking. Selene whispered inside me, words I couldn’t catch. The mirror groaned. It shook like a living thing, cracks spreading across its surface. And then it shattered. Glass rained down, and through it, stumbling weak and pale, came the real Griselda. She looked like she’d been locked away for years.

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

The gate was open. In the center of the courtyard stood a massive mirror. It was ten feet tall, framed in jagged black obsidian. It shouldn't have been there. It looked like it had grown out of the cobblestones. The surface of the glass wasn't reflecting the courtyard; it was a swirling vortex of violet and grey. "The Mirror of Souls," Hala’s voice drifted from the ranks. She pushed her way forward, her staff trembling. "It’s a Coven relic. Selene has left us a parting gift."

Or they break and drown the travelers with them. Kaelira touched the nearest glass. It warmed under her palm, then turned to water. A heart beat behind it—silver-blue, the size of a fist, the shape of the moon’s broken core. Threads ran from it into darkness, gold and gray and black; some pulsed steady, some sputtered, some had snapped and curled like burned hair. One thread glowed bright: gold braided with silver. When she followed it with her eyes, it led out of the mirror, through her own chest, into—

The entire room was like a small apartment, she thought then she gasped and facepalmed upon remembering that she's actually in an apartment complex. She saw that there was a door beside the wall wardrobe, about a few inches away from it. She sauntered to it, curious what lies behind the mysterious door and she squinted her eyes, lifting her free arm to cover them because of the gloriously gleaming treasures hidden behind the door. It was a bathroom, a dignifiedly neat one, with marble-like restroom fittings and fixtures. Even though she was a few feet away from them and she has quite the bad eyesight, she thought she regained her 20/20 vision and could easily see and recognize all the neat s

Miranda felt the temperature around her rise until her whole body was sweating. So hot, almost unbearable. The woman noticed, apart from the purple glow, a golden yellow light also dominated her, even brighter and almost like the heat of the sun. The glow in Miranda's hands shrunk to the size of a marble, then popped like bubbles. The magician turned with his head up, then was stunned with wide eyes. The perfect circle in the sky was no longer black for some time, but all of its light was only directed at Miranda, it looked like a glowing bridge to heaven.

"Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess." I groaned. "I swear it upon the Moon Goddess that I won't leave this spot. Satisfied now?" He stared at me for long moments, his beautiful blue eyes locked into mine, and then he nodded with satisfaction. "Alright. Wait here." I waited until he was safely in the forest, then turned the opposite way he'd gone. I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden.

I didn't bother to answer her at patuloy na hinanap ang hinahanap. My hand went busy clutching and pulling every drawer that my eyes laid on, trying to find a single mirror. Nang binuksan ko ang pinaka-dulo nito ay nakita ko na rin ang aking hinahanap. ‘Found it!’ I exclaimed silently. Mabilis kong kinuha ang customize face mirror. The handle was made out of gold, the oval-shaped mirror itself was showered with glittering gems! I almost fainted ng muntik pa itong mahulog.

One of the girls said, her eyes gleaming proudly. "So, earth does have magic, after all." Another of the girls said, her eyes inhabiting a far away look. Gilga shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Enough of this, what matters here is that we have finished working on lady Germaine's hair." She lifted an object up for Germaine to see herself. It looked like an aluminum tray. Germaine refrained from telling the girls there was an innovation on earth called a mirror and if you stared at it, it was the same thing as staring at yourself, and not this blurred image of herself she was looking at.