Reflection In A Golden Eye Novels & Stories

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.

His hands trembled as he pulled out a small silver mirror an antique-looking thing with ornate vines carved into the handle and held it out toward me like it was some sacred offering. I hesitated. My chest felt tight. My fingers itched with something I couldn’t name. I took the mirror. And I looked. At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. My face was mine same lips, same cheekbones, same small scar under my right eye. But the eyes? Oh gods. Oh gods. They weren’t brown anymore. They weren’t even human. My pupils were vertical slits, like that of a serpent.. The irises were golden, shimmering like coins thrown into a deep well. And around the edges, faint but pulsing, was a ring of se

Every time I try to stand, my body votes no. The big wolf plants itself between me and the gray, head down, ears flat, a warning rolling through its chest. The gray pants and prowls, tail stiff. Moonlight hits the big wolf’s face and I see the eyes. Gold. Not yellow or brown. Gold like metal heated from the inside. I know those eyes. Recognition stutters through me, more feeling than memory, but I can't tell where.

Viktor bowed and disappeared. "Don't take too long," Katana cautioned and then faded into her Schatten form. Alone with his nervous mate, Matthias pulled her into him and whispered, "Come with me." Walking her to the bathroom, he stood her in front of the mirror and said, "You need to see this first. Take a look at your beautiful golden eyes." Timidly Emma lifted her eyes and stared into the mirror and gasped louder than she meant to. Her eyes were golden and shimmered in the light, just like Morgan's. It was as if she could set the world on fire, just with one look.

“It’s going well. The theme is about renewal and finding light after darkness, so it’s close to my heart.” Miriam looked around, her eyes twinkling with approval. “It’s beautiful, Elara. You’ve captured something very special here.” Elara smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Miriam had always had a way of making her feel seen—truly seen, in a way that few others had. There was something maternal about the way she interacted with Elara, a gentle presence that had become a source of comfort over the years.

He thought that over and slowly turned around to face her again. “No outside drugs?” “Nope. You can find what you need if you know where to look and know who to ask.” “And here I thought you were on the up and up.” She laughed and shook her head. He stared, he couldn’t help it. Her eyes turned an even more golden color when her smile was like that. “I never said I was. Thought it would be a good way to turn a profit. You know, sell what we traffic.”

It jumped off the trees and into my bones. I ran harder, and the heat got hotter. It spread and crept up my spine, crawled across my ribs, until I was sure I was going to burst wide open from the inside out. And then I looked and saw a reflection in the snow. My eyes. Not mine. It was gold, blindingly bright and glowing. I suddenly jumped upright.

⸻ Neither cared. Their attention remained fixed on the abyss. ⸻ A massive golden eye opened beneath the mountain. ⸻ Everyone froze. ⸻ Unlike the Fallen Celestial’s black eyes— This one glowed gold. ⸻ Brilliant. ⸻ Ancient. ⸻ Terrifying. ⸻ The eye blinked once. ⸻ Then locked onto the battlefield. ⸻ The voice spoke again. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻