Pocket Mirror Goldia Novels & Stories

“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?”

Sophia POV Twenty days later. 28-11-2025 That single square on the calendar consumed my life, then would not release it. I stared at myself within the mirror near and hardly recognized the woman looking back at me. She looked calm. Put together. Someone who knew exactly where she belonged. She did not feel like me. Fabric slid over skin. A stylist's instructions were low notes. Jewelry readjusted itself and tinkled. The room was warm. It was too warm. The kind of warm that made it hard to breathe. The kind that pressed against my chest.

A position that allowed me to view it clearly, whether I was working at my desk or lounging in bed. The Moonmirror was one of the most expensive things I had ever purchased. A rare, nearly extinct relic from the Yurellian age. I rarely put it to use. Pouring the sacred water that came with it into a shallow ceremonial bowl, I dipped the mooncloth in and wiped away the fine layer of dust that had settled on the mirror’s surface. Then, I pressed both palms against the glass and whispered the activation words: “Aikan’zarr elst vele’.”

“Too bad it was destroyed.” Angela felt this time was the best time to mention their mission. “We are actually on a mission to restore Prestoria,” Angela said hoping the Queen would say something positive to her. “Really? And are you sure you can?” the Queen asked, taking a closer look at Miles. She knew what was going in his head. Sprites could read a simple human’s mind. “We will try,” Miles said feeling his tummy rumble again. He was hungry, they both were. “Wish you luck and Angela,” she said as everyone turned to her. “I want to give you this,” the Queen said handing her a mirror. The mirror’s backside was covered in gold and looked magnificent. She had never seen such beautiful fine gl

A large, round golden mirror appeared, levitating in front of her as she sat cross-legged on the exquisite wooden chair she'd taken out of her storage ring. The mirror glowed and a man (whose face was concealed behind an intricately crafted golden mask that had sapphire stones in the middle) could be seen. His shirtless, well-built body had terrifying tattoos of a skull and a three-headed serpent. “How's it going, Glinda? Did you find something valuable?” the man asked in a raspy voice.

Chapter 2️⃣4️⃣ ❤️ Myrrak's Jealousy ❤️ She went back to the wardrobe and reached into the same hidden place where she had gotten the dark orb pendant. This time, her fingers touched something cold and smooth. She pulled it out carefully. It was a small hand mirror, round and old, with tiny gold around the silver frame. She wiped off the dust with the edge of her dress, gave it one last clean swipe with her palm, then cleared her throat quietly.

The film had left a tingling in my lower regions and the anxiety I had felt evaporated into pure excitement. Along the left-hand side of the shop was the counter. A glass display at waist height enclosed within with two shelves filled with a wide assortment of dildos every size colour and shape. The mirror on the back of the cabinet gave the impression of an endless sea of cock. And there it was in a special cabinet all to itself what I had come for. The golden vibrator! A sleek simple vibrator made with real gold and the immensely powerful. Well beyond my spending power sadly, but hey a girl can dream. I could feel a tingle in my pussy just looking at it. I sighed so close but so far.

His mother has a penchant for the brand. There are two of them, identical in shape, both featuring a delicate gold rim and exquisite raised detailing. One has a deep blush ground, with cream and coral florals winding around the body. The other is a soft, muted sage green. They are two versions of the same object seen in different lights—a mirror image of a shared life. He picks them up. The glaze is cool and glass-smooth against his calloused fingers. Elias stares at them for a heartbeat. He isn't seeing the airport, he's seeing the kitchen in his Toronto penthouse on a slow Sunday morning. He sees steam rising from the spout, two cups sitting on the marble counter, and Mia's hands wrapped a

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

The shelf shifted, revealing a narrow hallway bathed in violet flame. The air grew cooler as they descended, scentless and strange, until they reached a circular chamber carved into the earth itself. Moonlight filtered in from above through enchanted quartz, illuminating the murals on the stone walls—stories told in wolf-shapes and crimson swirls. In the center stood a mirror. Seven feet tall. Frame forged from ironwood, inlaid with veins of silver and howlite. But the glass itself… it rippled like a liquid dream. Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking.