Reflection In A Golden Eye Novels & Stories

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.

Cilyna's mother began. The full moon's silvery glow shines down as a spot light on a pure white wolf with golden eyes that glowed with the magic of the moon goddess. She leaned down to get a drink from the cold steam and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes standing behind her in the reflection from the water. The white wolf eases closer and she slowly turns to face this beautiful creature hoping for the best. The golden eyes piercing glare lasted only a moment before the wolf started growling. The girl resembed the moon goddess that cursed her and the girl's face sent the beast into a frenzy.

"The Eye is trying to find their heartbeats. It wants to delete them." * How do we stop it? Julian asked. * We have to break the mirror Maya said. She looked at Julian her eyes full of tears. "The Eye is a reflection of every story ever written. It thinks it is the truth. We have to show it a lie big that the computer crashes." * A shadow fell over them. A giant figure with no face stepped out from the wall of screens. It wore a suit made of gold. Carried a pen that looked like a long sword.

beginning to emerge from his own skin, those hollow black eyes bleeding into his silver ones. "Please!" I shrieked, my fingernails tearing as I yanked the tarp. With a thunderous rip, the canvas fell away. The Great Mirror was revealed. Its surface wasn't glass; it was a pool of liquid silver, swirling with a light that didn't come from the sun. I didn't look at my own reflection. I looked at the reflection of the battle behind me. In the mirror, Julian wasn't fighting a corpse. He was fighting himself.

“I’m telling you, I see nothing! Nothing except myself.” “Exactly, that is all you need to see.” The voice said and I was only confused the more. “I’m in you, Ariah. Look closely, focus on your eyes alone.” I stared at the reflection of my eyes and something marvelous happened within the frame of a split second. If I hadn’t been looking so closely, I would have missed it. My eyes flashed and the normal color of my eyes took on a golden shade, then it was back to normal. I gasped in awe, “Oh my…what was that?” I asked.

Like the crystals themselves were holding their breath. I turned around slowly, my shoes making soft creaks against the old wooden floor. I wanted to leave, to get out of there and breathe, but something caught my eye as I passed a tall mirror resting against the far wall. I saw something strange. Something that made me stop in my tracks. My reflection. It looked normal… at first. But then it happened. A quick, sudden flash of gold in my eyes. It was so fast, I blinked. I stepped back and rubbed my eyes with my fingers. My chest tightened. I stared at the mirror again, searching for it. But it was gone. My eyes were back to their normal color.

Maybe this treasure has been for me all along, and I just found it right on time. I have never liked anything as irrational as when she was moaning the office down because her tight pussy could barely take in my fingers. The thought of my dick inside that narrow opening has been afflicting me since I left her. She watched me with those droopy beige eyes that were mostly bright gold. That’s how her eyes look when she’s aroused. The cornea of her eyes flashes bright gold, letting out all the light it could offer, and the pupil remains dark, surrounded by bright golden lights.

she is listening. "See me," Kieran talked softly. I faced him, and his breath caught. It is your eyes. I felt my face. "What about them?" Tyra waved a piece of the mirror. When I reflected, I saw the same brown eyes as ever, though now with narrow bands of gold round the pupils. Not the unnatural radiance of Echo, but something more genial. More real. I was whispering, "She is trying to come back." The Vault gave a jerk about us.

Or we could finish what we started and extract the last of his magic right here in this tunnel before his body gave out completely. Before I could decide which option seemed least terrible, Golden's eyes snapped open and they glowed with an unnatural blue light that shouldn't have been possible for a child his age. His wolf was emerging

She gasps at my affectionate tap and her wolf comes forward in her eyes. Gold. Her eyes turn gold.