Reflection In A Golden Eye Novels & Stories

As the air thickens with silence after his words, and I burst into hysterical laughter. “Ok , ok,...you almost got me,” I said to him, just as his eyes shifted to the small creek by my side, as if urging me to look; I turned and crawled towards the small pond, and when I gazed into it, my stomach drops at the sight of my reflection. I stared back at an uncanny silver-metallic hue that glowed like polished steel crystals in my eyes, and dread filled my entire body as I trembled, tracing my glowing eyes and peeking canines with shaking hands.

I looked at my face on a dirty mirror glass after removing the sheet that was covering it. And the reflection showed something else… The silver white hair was tainted in a glimmering pitch black color, and the once ember eyes the color of the setting sun, turned unto a pair of blood moons like eyes… glistering and piercing like if they were made of polished rubies. The facial features and the body features all remained the same… So that reflection on the wine was not an illusion? But why is my reflection like this? Is it related to me being the Harold of the abyss?

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!

MIKKA For a few seconds, I couldn't move. I stood just outside the equipment room, staring at Seven's reflection in the mirror and wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the image stayed clear in my mind even after the gold disappeared. His eyes had flashed a strange, bright gold, almost like light had burned through them from somewhere inside him, and then they had gone back to normal so quickly that I almost doubted myself. Almost. I knew what I had seen, and no matter how many times I tried to explain it away, the memory refused to disappear.

I froze, staring back at my own reflection, and watched, with a cold, spreading horror that swallowed every rational explanation I'd just spent the last twenty minutes carefully constructing, as my eyes flickered gold. Not brown catching a strange angle of bathroom light. Not a trick of exhaustion playing games with my perception. Actual gold, sharp and unmistakable, spreading across my irises for one full, undeniable second before fading back to ordinary brown as quickly as it had appeared. I gripped the edge of the sink, my whole body shaking now, my breath coming fast and shallow. I'd seen this before. Not in my own reflection, but in Ryder's, that night at the championship game, his eyes

I caught glimpses of my reflection in the mirror, and a smile tugged at the corners of my perfectly lined lips. Finally, the moment arrived. I stood at the edge of the runway, the beat of the music pounding in sync with my heartbeat. The blinding camera flashes surrounded me like fireworks, and the crowd's murmurs were drowned out by the thunderous applause. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only me and the runway.

Caressing him with her relief and sorrow. Shaking his head bemusedly, he thoughtfully rubbed his fingertips together. Heedless of the gold sparks slipping eagerly from between them. Turning into shining flakes that slid to the floor, glimmering in the darkness until subsiding into the shadows. When he abruptly opened his hand, the light erupted from it. Snapping loudly in a moment of chaos before folding into a ball and promptly crystallizing. He held an orb with the reflective shine of mirrored glass. Staring into its sparkling lights, he watched the images there.

She splashed the cold water against her flushed cheeks, letting the icy drops shock her system into stillness. She took a deep breath and looked down at her reflection in the rippling water. Her face was pale, her dark hair sticking in damp strands against her forehead. But as the water settled, she locked eyes with her own reflection—and froze. Deep within her irises, beneath her natural shade, a sudden spark ignited. For a fraction of a second, her pupils flared into a brilliant, luminescent royal gold. It was a radiant, undeniable light that burned with the absolute authority of a purebred Alpha line.

I smiled, seeing my reflection in the mirror; the adrenaline coursing through my body began to hum, seeing the unnatural glow in my eyes. "Maybe not against a gun!" Rae laughed; I half registered her as I approached the mirror. "Hey, you said you could heal me, remember!" I whispered, tracing my fingers over my eyes in the mirror; my baby blues were gone, replaced with a gorgeous hue that looked like melted gold, shimmering and bold. "Rae.." I asked, somehow knowing she was the answer. Jumping at the sound of the door slamming behind me. The villain was clearly trying to break the door down, and I understood he would get it open soon; we all knew it!

Not fever-hot… but a heat that made my knees weaken. I tried to pull back, but his fingers wrapped around mine, keeping it there. His eyes locked with mine. “Here,” he said, his voice deep, “you belong only to me.” For a heartbeat, Ethan’s image vanished from my mind. --- Suddenly, all the mirrors around us trembled. The baby opened his eyes—gold blazing—and in each mirror, my reflection moved on its own, no longer following my real movements. One of them, in the largest mirror, leaned forward until her face filled the glass. Eyes glowing red. Her lips moved.