Reflection In A Golden Eye Mga Nobela at Kwento

Neris's POV My eyes are gold. Not brown. Not the tired hazel I've looked at in mirrors for eighteen years. Gold, bright and unmistakable, staring back at me from the cracked glass above my sink, and by the time I blink they're already fading back to normal, like they were never anything else. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no."

He pleaded in tears as he pushed the mirror into my hands. Why was he giving me a mirror. I was ab out to throw it against the wall, when I caught a glimpse of my reflection and saw my eyes. Pure gold. I was immediately transported back into a differesnt time when I had stood in front of another mirror looking at my gold eyes and blond hair. “Who is that?” I croaked out as I stared at my reflection who had the eyes of a witch. Then suddenly chants. The chants of thousands of people. Old men, mothers, young girls, children all yelling the same thing. “Sun goddess!”

Moonlight bathed her in silver as she leaned forward, drawn to the mirror of the water. I watched from within, breath caught. She was stunning. A creature of story and myth. Her fur shimmered gold—not yellow or tan, but true gold—like melted coin, like sunlight trapped in hair. A streak of white slashed over her left eye, sharp as a scar. The right ear bore a stripe so black it nearly disappeared in the shadows. And her eyes—bright, searing gold—burned like lanterns in the night. Too much to be real. Too beautiful to be safe. A goddess. A monster. A miracle.

Ruby asked, placing her delicate hand against my forearm. My gaze flicked towards the rearview mirror and saw how my irises were glowing golden. “Nothing,” I replied, squeezing my eyes closed. I pinched the skin with my forefinger and thumb as I massaged my eyelids, hoping the moment would pass. When I dared to glance at my reflection, it satisfied me to see my natural eye color. “Oh, it must have been a trick of the light.” Ruby chuckled and relaxed back in her seat. She pulled the safety belt over her body, then clipped herself in.

Iris I’ve been staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror for several minutes now, searching for any hint of gold in my eyes. Nothing. They’re back to their normal honey-brown color now. For a moment, I wonder if Arthur and the hunter imagined it; maybe it was a trick of the light. Either way, I suppose it doesn’t matter. My eyes are not glowing, and the wolf is dead. Arthur was right; she was just a wild animal. These things happen. It sucks, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

“To do everything right this time.” She studies me too long — suspicion skimming her gaze. I pretend not to notice. Two can play this game. --- Later, I sit in my chambers, brushing my hair before the mirror. My golden strands gleam under moonlight — but that isn’t what catches my attention. My reflection’s eyes… They shimmer faintly. Like stars trapped in blue glass. I blink — and the glow disappears. “What are you?” I whisper to my own reflection. As if in answer, a sharp ache cuts through my chest — heat spiraling through every vein. I gasp, gripping the nearest table to stay upright.

It’s eyes—a mix of amber and gold. My wolf's head shifted to the front to see Healer Aric’s wolf. He has a regal air. With a fur that seems to ripple like liquid silver under the moon's watchful gaze, his eyes are a blend of amber and gold, reflecting fierce loyalty. My warrior wolves, with their fierce and unwavering gaze like molten gold burning with determination, fixed their eyes on me as we walked silently through the woods. The intensity in their eyes speaks of deep-rooted loyalty and an unyielding spirit, ready to defend their pack at any cost.

NEAH I run to the nearest bathroom. Slam through the door and grip the sink. Stare at my reflection. My eyes are gold. Not amber like when a wolf's eyes flash before shifting. Not hazel catching light. Gold. Pure liquid gold like sunlight trapped in glass. I lean closer to the mirror. Blink. The color does not change. My irises glow bright and metallic. Beautiful in a way that makes my stomach twist. What am I becoming? The gold fades. Slowly. Like water draining from a basin. Thirty seconds and my dark brown eyes return. Normal. Human.

I paused, closed my eyes, and when I opened my eyes a second later and looked into the mirror, I felt my heart skip a beat because what returned my gaze wasn't my usual brown eyes, but ones that shone with a golden spark. The eyes that looked back at me were glassy and moist, but not with real tears, but pheromones that had golden sparks. They shone like unshed gold, and even I felt my body tremble by just looking at them. I tilted my head in thought, and a beautiful smile finally bloomed on my face. “So, this is it? The eyes that are enough to steal the soul of anyone…” I muttered silently to myself, my tone filled with awe and love.

“Take a look at it yourself.” My eyes widened as I saw a pair of golden orbs. I rubbed my eyes a bit just to confirm that this was real, that what I was seeing right now was the reflection of my eyes, or maybe it would go back to black once I closed my eyes. So I tried but nothing happened! They’re still gold. “Where did you buy it?” With trembling hands, a flash of memory has come to me. Last night, it was my palm, then that dream, and now this? What is really happening—