Reflection In A Golden Eye Novels & Stories

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.

Lyralei demanded, wishing desperately for a mirror so she could see what they were seeing. "They're glowing," the golden haired one said, studying her like she was some kind of experiment he wanted to dissect. "Gold. Your eyes are gold." Lyralei felt panic spike through her confusion, sharp and cold. "What? Why in the Moon Goddess's name are my eyes gold?”

“They’re glowing.” I looked at Helga, my pulse pounding. “What?” “Your eyes!” She spoke in a terrified whisper. “They’re golden! They’re — they’re glowing!” She nodded quickly and handed me a broken mirror. I hesitated before I took it, my hands were trembling. When I finally looked at the reflection, I gasped. My eyes… They were glowing. A deep, shimmering gold like nothing I had ever seen in my life. The light seemed to dance and flicker within the glass like there was a fire trapped behind it.

I shot back, crossing my arms, sinking deeper into my seat as I stared out the window. That's when it happened. He glanced at me, and for just a heartbeat, his eyes flashed a golden hue. I blinked, stunned, my breath hitching in my throat. But as soon as I noticed, his face changed. His eyes widened, his muscles tensed up like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. He snapped his head toward the road, jaw clenched, hands gripping the steering wheel even tighter. My eyes followed his movements as he checked the rearview mirror, but not to see what was behind us—no, he was looking at his own reflection. Checking his eyes. He must've realized what I saw because I watched the tension slo

Soraya's Pov The wolf was in control now but something strange was happening to my body. I could feel it even from deep inside my own mind where I was trapped. My body was changing in ways that did not feel normal at all. My eyes burned and when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a piece of broken metal on the floor I saw they had turned completely golden. Not the silver blue they had always been. Golden like a wolf's eyes glowing in the darkness.

His shoulders are broader under his t-shirt and his hands are wrong at the edges, fingertips darkening where the claws are pressing forward, and his eyes are fully gold. The light from a lightning flash catches them and they GLOW in a way that makes my breath hitch and my thighs press together because my body has been conditioned to associate golden eyes with the most intense pleasure it’s ever experienced and the conditioning works even when the man attached to the eyes looks like he’s losing a fight with something inside his own chest.

There was a loud, echoing slap as my palm collided with her cheek, and the force of it turned her face to the side. Her hair whipped across her shoulder, her jaw dropped open in stunned silence, and for one long second, everyone in the bathroom froze. I stared at her, breathing hard, and then—out of the corner of my eye—I saw my reflection in the mirror. And I gasped. My eyes. They weren’t their normal color. They were glowing. Bright gold. Burning. Like light had poured into them and stayed there. It wasn’t a trick of the lighting. I didn’t feel scared.

My wet hair pushed back from my forehead. But his right eye is gray. And his left eye burns gold. Not a flicker. Not a trick of the light. Steady, molten gold, bright enough to throw a faint amber glow on the skin beneath it. My wolf's color. Staring back from my own reflection like a stranger who's been living in my house and just decided to stop hiding. I don't blink. It doesn't fade. Tomorrow is the full moon. My hand finds the edge of the sink. Grips.

This is new… “Dude, what the ???...... Your eyes! They are glowing!” I make my way over to the bathroom. I shut the door and hold onto the rim of the basin, my head hanging low. I take a deep breath, letting it go slowly. I feel calm and my emotions, and my wolf are in check now. I slowly look up into the mirror at my reflection. I stare at the man in the mirror. The fuck? My eyes really are glowing! I bring my face closer to the mirror, inspecting the golden orbs. They actually look pretty cool! I like it!

I said at last. "Honey, I don't think you should see that now," "Please, mom," I insisted. She hesitated for a moment but then opened the nightstand's drawer and took out a pocket mirror before handing it to me. I held the mirror in my hand. I almost let out a terrified shriek. There was a pair of glowing eyes staring back at me. They had liquid golden rings around the pupils, which seemed to glow literally in the dark. As if Mom didn't want me to witness too much of that, she turned on another lamp by the nightstand, the light quickly outshone the golden hue of my eyes, making them return to their natural shade again.