Pocket Mirror Goldia Novels & Stories

There's multiple messages from a girl named Yari, the picture bubble showing Naomi and her smiling while hugging each other, but other than that, no other messages. ****** “Good morning, my love.” Reina turns in my arms, hugging me and reciprocating the greeting. “When you're ready we can head down to the garden for breakfast. I will leave a note for her inviting her down.” She nods and climbs out of bed. I go to my desk in the room and scribble out a note to leave for Naomi, before getting dressed and strolling down the hall. When I open the door I see she is no longer in the bed sleeping. The light is on in the bathroom and I hear her talking to herself. I place the note on the bed where

An explosion of brilliant, blinding golden light erupted from where my palm met the glass. It wasn't the standard silver light of an ordinary wolf. It was a radiant, scorching gold that filled every single corner of the massive amphitheater, so intense that several elders shrieked, covering their eyes as the blinding glare washed over them. The sheer, suffocating pressure of a true, fully realized Luna aura flooded the room, forcing half the Alphas in the upper rows to instinctively bow their heads in submission. The dark crystal of the mirror didn't shatter—it began to glow like a miniature sun, the intricate carvings on the silver frame pulsing with ancient power.

“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.

Someday, Gideon may need to teach both Rafe and any children Rosie and I have, how to be witches while I teach them how to be wolves, because if they are anything like my Rosie, they will be powerfully double-blessed. I move aside some clothing and a few books and find at the very bottom of the trunk the source of all the ringing. Wrapped in silk, and wrapped in a strong leather case is a silver mirror. It is a beautiful piece of art. The frame is shaped to look like a forest of trees, their branches creating a lace filigree of their branches, which blossom with large dogwood flowers that almost seem to grow and change before my eyes.

Luna Mira’s POV My room glowed with golden light as the sun sank beyond the horizon, washing my bedroom in shades of amber and blood-red. I stood before the tall mirror, brushing my fingers over the embroidered collar of my ceremonial gown—midnight blue velvet threaded with silver crescent moons.

The Watcher's smile turns predatory as he produces something that shouldn't exist—a mirror crafted from obsidian so pure it seems to absorb light itself, its surface rippling with veins of silver fire that pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat. The frame appears to be carved from crystallized starlight, edges sharp enough to cut reality itself, and when I look at it, my reflection doesn't show. Instead, the surface writhes with possibilities, showing glimpses of futures and pasts that exist in the spaces between what is and what could be.

She wrapped her libs around me and started sobbing. "Shh baby. You are okay. That bad man can't hurt you" I coo soothingly. She continued crying. I was about soothe her more when a voice cuts in. "Well...if it isn't Sebastian new woman" I turned around to find Miranda. Her face contorted in disgust. Her mask was finally off. The real devil behind no revealed. Ilooked at Claire. "Could you take Krystal with you? I'll be there in a comment."

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.

And suddenly, the air between us was too tight and too heavy. I blinked and looked away, turning to face the mirror. The glint of glass pulled me in. The mirror was massive, floor-to-ceiling, framed in brushed gold, it stood like a gate to another lifetime. My reflection stared back: older, harder, but still carrying the same eyes that had once glowed when he touched me.

“You’re beautiful when you break.” Her breath hitched. She jerked back, staring into the mirror. At first, it was just her reflection. But then… a figure appeared behind her reflection, dark and shimmering, indistinct at first, a shadow melting into form. A man. He leaned casually, one hand trailing along the mirror’s edge. His eyes, impossibly golden even in the dim light, locked on hers through the glass. Lola’s heart thundered. “Who… what are you?”