Reflection In A Golden Eye Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Because it wasn’t just something outside me. The reflection had changed. And this time? It wasn’t smiling anymore. But this time? It wasn’t smiling anymore. Its eyes—my eyes—glowed gold, then deeper. They shifted past the color of flame to something colder. Hollow. It raised one hand against the cracked obsidian, and I watched as the reflection’s skin fractured like porcelain, light bleeding through the breaks like veins of lava. I stopped running. “Lena—keep moving!” Maxwell’s voice cut through the fog.

she said finally, her voice not more than a whisper, “I need you to stop your eyes from glowing. Please.” Shit! I picked up one of the silver plates, turning it over to catch my reflection. To my astonishment, my eyes were glowing. How was that possible? I shook my head in disbelief, scolding my inner wolf for this unexpected phenomenon. After a few calming breaths and some intentional blinking, I opened my eyes again, hoping to find them back to normal.

She pulled back, grabbing me by my shoulders, and looking into my eyes. She gasped, “Your eyes look different!” I gasped, “What’s wrong with them?” She smiled, “Nothing is wrong per say, but your left eye is gold now. Like a bright vibrant gold.” “So is yours!” I pointed out. “Your right eye is gold!” I pulled out of her grip and we ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I saw my reflection and put my hand up to my face in shock. My left eye was gold, and it was pretty.

she said as he angrily threw the remaining glass at us, I covered my face with my hands when it shurterd, then flinched in pain when sharp glasses pierced my arms. I quickly dropped my hands and noticed a few cuts on my arms, Lizzy quickly ran out of the room screaming in fear. I felt weak and my eyes were becoming blurry, something was wrong, my body was hurting badly too. I was about to fall when strong hands held me, I looked up and found Lewis looking down on me in fear. "Don't be afraid, I'm fine," I whispered. I tried to keep my eyes open but I couldn't, I closed them as I felt my body become heavier and my mind foggy, the last thing I heard was Lewis Calling my name desperately over a

Kai was incredibly satisfied and so was Dorian. The ground shook slightly as a golden glow formed in between Serena’s palms. Dorian’s gaze swept across the room as every person’s face had turned from arrogantly proud to absolutely pale. His gaze switched back to his mate. Her eyes were now the color of molten gold.

Where a man had once stood, now a great black werewolf crouched, snarling, his teeth bared dangerously. Suddenly something clicked open in my mind, like a window shutter. Suddenly I could hear Alexander's thoughts, filtering into my own head like sunlight through that open window, the thoughts directed at the snarling wolves in front of him. Touch her, and I'll tear you apart, he seemed to say. Then he turned his regal head to me. Get behind me, he said through the wave of thoughts, and my eyes widened. "What?" I whispered. Get behind me, Elaine. Now!

Her eyes were gold when the light hit them at the right angle. They were going to do that, Torvi had told us. The gold was the wolf's expression and it arrived when the threshold-adjacent frequency was close to the surface, in moments of focus or emotion or when the light had the right quality. She would learn to moderate it. For now it appeared when it appeared and Cara regarded it with the same composed attention she gave everything. I sat. Torvi, from the armchair, said: "If Madi or Mason ever find a way out…"