Reflection In A Golden Eye Novels & Stories

I jump over a puddle of water and that’s when I see it. My eye reflected on the water. They are gold. My sclera is the same as my iris. What’s happening to me. Did the Arcapy harm me and I didn’t notice. I look at it and it groans and thrashes trying to get out the invincible hold it’s under.

I turned back to the coffee maker, finally getting the filter in place but not before I felt it, that flash of heat behind my eyes. And I knew without looking that my eyes had flashed gold for just a second. What am I?

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. Raymond rose from his seat, his face completely pale, his lips parting in absolute horror. "Golden light... the primal Luna lineage... that's impossible!" I pulled my hand back from the glass, the golden glow slowly receding into my skin, leaving behind a trail of microscopic, static sparks. I turned around to face the high table, my emerald eyes glowing with a fierce, terrifying luminosity that perfectly matched the silver stare of the man standing beside me. "The mirror has spoken, Alpha Raymond," I whispered, my voice carrying a supern

The air above it was tremulous, as though it were a heat wave above fire. And then, my reflection suddenly came before. My eyes… her eyes, were pale gold. Not the dull amber which I had always had. No, this was molten, burning, living, as though the sun had come pouring in my veins. Her head leaned over in the reflection. I didn’t. Her lips did not make a sound, yet I knew how to pronounce the word. “Remember.” I shivered so hard that I almost tumbled out of bed. The mirror cracked. Not with a blow, not with impact, but as of a cracking inside, a network of fissures running like veins across its face. The whispers ceased completely at a moment, and an entire silence and the wild throbbing of

The mirrored wolf split cleanly in half, both sides melting into puddles that reflected nothing. Mireya crouched low, shifting halfway into her wolf form, her eyes bright as amber. She slashed through another attacker, breath sharp and focused. “They’re reflections—they reform unless you destroy the light!” Kaelen caught her meaning. “The eyes.” He spun, ducked beneath a snapping jaw, and drove his sword through another creature’s skull. The light in its eyes flickered and died. This time, it didn’t return. But for every one they felled, more crawled from the pools, the water birthing shapes as though the mirror itself had gone feral.

Then she walked to her mirror and stopped dead. "What..." Her eyes were glowing, not the usual pale yellow that came with a full moon or a spike of emotion. This was richer, deeper, a warm yellow laced with threads of golden brown, like sunlight pushing through amber glass. It was, despite herself, beautiful. She almost smiled at her own reflection. Almost. She caught the impulse and let it go with a quiet breath. Not now.

Watching me. My heart pounded really fast. I tried to speak, but no words came. I looked down. My reflection stared back from the smooth, frozen surface but it wasn’t my face. Not fully. My eyes were glowing. Gold. Burning bright like fire trapped behind glass. I stumbled back. The wolves moved closer, forming a tight circle around me. One black. One gray. One golden-brown. One pure white. The last was silver-eyed. I could recognise that it was River.

My teeth throb. I bare them without thinking. The canines are a shade too long, too sharp. There is nothing like the full predatory fangs I’ve seen on Ronan and the others, but…wrong. Not mine. My reflection stares back, wild‑eyed. And then my eyes flicker. For an instant, my usual brown irises are gone, swallowed by a molten, bright gold that gleams under the fluorescent light. They snap back to brown, then flicker again, gold licking at the edges like fire catching dry leaves.

At my feet, it broke into a thousand glass fragments. The scene changed again as the katana exploded out of my grasp and landed back in its sheath on the ground. I was by myself now, standing in front of one huge mirror. With my heart still racing, I went up to it. I glanced back at my reflection, but there was a problem. I didn't have my typical shade in my eyes. They were made of silver. Even my hair shone like the moon. My reflection was surrounded by a halo of golden and white light.

I ducked into an empty exam room two doors down, closing the door quickly behind me, my heart hammering against my ribs. I caught my reflection in the small mirror above the sink. Gold. My eyes had gone gold, the way they only did during genuine emotional surges — fury, grief, the rare moments of joy strong enough to break through months of numbness. I stared at my own reflection, watching the gold slowly recede back to silver as I forced my breathing to steady, forced my wolf back beneath the surface where it belonged. *What was that.* I braced both hands against the counter, staring down at the sink, trying to make sense of a reaction that shouldn't have happened, that made no rational sen