Reflection In A Golden Eye Novels & Stories

I chuckled deeply, the memory of her body haunting me like a dream. Her eyes travel towards my bare chest ever so openly, she stands there, saying nothing, her eyes savoring every little gaze. When she’s done, she blinks innocently and looks away. "Go on, little vixen, run and don’t look back." "I am not running away, an Alpha doesn’t run from its prey." Her voice is soothing, dipping of something else, something sparkles in her deep golden eyes, it’s like I can see beyond that.

I had never imagined how good her anger would smell. My wolf clawed at me again. Hunt. “It has not begun.” Ours. “She is not ours.” The lie barely left my mouth before the mirror shattered. My reflection disappeared beneath a web of cracks. I stared at the fist embedded in the glass. Blood ran between my fingers and dripped onto the dressing table. Behind the fractured reflection, my eyes burned gold. Not amber. Not human. Gold. The same eyes Maeve had stared into without lowering her own. I pulled my hand free. Shards of glass fell across the floor.

“It’s reflecting the murals on the walls. Maybe it’s a clue.” I looked into the basin and I could see the reflection of the murals in the rippling water. The images were distorted by the movement of the water, but I could make out the figures of the wolves and the moon. Then I noticed something unusual—one of the wolves in the reflection had glowing eyes, while the others did not. “There’s something different about that wolf,” I murmured, focusing on the reflection. “Maybe you need to align the pillars to match the reflection,” Athena suggested. “Try turning them.”

“You’re not real.” “Neither are you,” the reflection murmured. “Not anymore.” The cracks deepened, webbing outward. The reflection’s golden eyes shimmered through the fractures — the same shade that had once belonged to the god sealed inside her. She stumbled back, but the glass didn’t stay in the frame. It rippled like water, then pushed forward, warping the air around it. And then it stepped through. The reflection was no longer a shadow on the surface. It stood before her — flesh and light, barefoot on the same stone, the same face but colder, sharper. Its hair shimmered like pale fire, its voice a perfect imitation of her own, echoing half a second behind.

When she drew her hand back, her breath caught. Gold. Not blood. Not sweat. Gold. Liquid and glowing faintly in the low light. A single bead of it shimmered along her fingertip before fading, as if it had been swallowed by her skin again. Her heart stuttered. She wiped her hand on the sheet and climbed out of the nest. The air felt thick. Like it clung to her. Her breath came faster. She crossed to the polished mirror resting behind a stand of scaled armor and studied herself. Her reflection was the same—and yet not. Her skin was flushed, but not with fever. There was a glow in her cheeks. A strange gleam to her eyes.

Virelle leaned closer to the window. Gold had always been faint in them, subtle enough to look almost brown in normal light. But now, under the fractured moon, they were brighter. Not fully gold, it was threaded with silver. Her stomach dropped. “No,” she whispered. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The girl in the reflection did the same. But the eyes looking back at her did not belong to the person she had been yesterday. And deep beneath the academy, beyond stone and oath and blood, something seemed to stir in answer.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

I could see my reflection in his eyes and I had changed into my beautiful golden wolf. “I-AM-NOT-WEAK!”

I jump over a puddle of water and that’s when I see it. My eye reflected on the water. They are gold. My sclera is the same as my iris. What’s happening to me. Did the Arcapy harm me and I didn’t notice. I look at it and it groans and thrashes trying to get out the invincible hold it’s under.

I turned back to the coffee maker, finally getting the filter in place but not before I felt it, that flash of heat behind my eyes. And I knew without looking that my eyes had flashed gold for just a second. What am I?