Pocket Mirror Goldia Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help but feel a bit of anxiety wash through me as I tried to hold back the signs of a panic attack beginning. The normal coolness of the moonstone upon my chest began to warm and I looked down to see it begin to glow a shade of light blue. As the stone continued to warm so did the brightness of the light beaming from it, along with a warmth that began to fill my body soothing away the attack that once threatened to take over.

Just shifts a little closer. Shoulders brushing. Like we’re learning a new language that doesn’t require translation. Or apology. --- Kaia returns that night. Again. And this time, she brings something with her. A mirror. Cracked. Wrapped in what looks like seaweed and woven gold thread. “It’s from the eastern edge,” she says, handing it to me like it’s just another thing we’re supposed to carry. “What does it do?” She shrugs. “Shows truth. Maybe. Or lies. Depends on how honest you’re willing to be.”

“I’m not letting that thing wear her face and fool us all.” Kaela hesitated, eyes flicking with something I couldn’t read—worry or pity. “Just don’t face her alone.” I didn’t answer. Because I already knew I would. Later that day, I found myself in the east wing, standing before an old silver mirror. It was one of the pack relics—said to reveal a soul’s true form. My reflection stared back, tired eyes, clenched jaw. Normal. Until she walked by. Her reflection lingered behind mine, even when she’d already passed. And it smiled. Wide. Wrong.

Lydia stood in front of her full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. She knew the figure gazing back at her was herself, but she felt conflicted about believing it. The long, sleeveless silver dress she wore sparkled with diamonds, and her tiny arms gleamed as if she had polished them all day to impress. The dress gracefully covered her neck, with the fabric draping down her bare back, adding to her elegance.

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.

he took up the paper containing her questions. The first question was 'How does my mum look like?'. He cleared his throat and took out a hand mirror from his spatial ring. It was made of rhinestone. It looked really pretty and the ladies' eyes shone. This was made by a skilled master! Collen pointed the hand mirror towards the wall and a bright golden light shone, illuminating the part of the wall. Soon, a clear picture of a lady appeared. The green-haired lady wore a silver knee-length gown and black harem pants that covered her ankles. She wore white socks. A black belt was around her waist, but if one looked closer, it was actually a soft sword. Her hair was tied up elaborately, with seve

It was low and so quiet that I had to strain to hear it, but there was no mistaking that voice. It was Lina’s. Throwing caution to the wind, because I was fearless like that, I said fuck it and approached the mirror. The frame wasn’t just silver, it also had carvings of the moon phases down each side. At the top was a crystal the size of my fist. It sparkled as I approached, and part of me wondered if it was in greeting or a warning that my soul was about to get sucked out through my nose. With my luck it would be the latter.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, eyes fixed on the mirror. “The Mirror of Selene. The Seer said it holds the truth about the curse… and about us.” Kael’s hand brushed the hilt of his blade, his reflection twisting across the mirror’s glowing surface. “Truth always comes with a price.” Aria swallowed hard. “Then I’ll pay it.” The moment her fingers grazed the mirror’s glass, the world exploded in white. The ground disappeared beneath her feet. Wind roared in her ears as her body plunged into a whirlpool of light. She reached for Kael, but his hand dissolved into smoke.

Dawn’s pale light spilled through the shattered windows of the Silver Fang Citadel, but the crimson eclipse that draped the sky lent every surface a sickly red sheen. Nyra stood on the threshold of the throne room, her breath ragged, heart pounding like the drums of war. Selene, Ryker, and Kaelan flanked her, war‑torn and bruised... yet unbowed. Before them, something impossible gleamed: an obsidian mirror, freestanding in the marble antechamber. Its surface drank the red light, swallowing it into depths that seemed to shift and ripple. It had not been there yesterday.