Novel & Cerita Reflections In A Golden Eye Novel

As Dan started the engine and pulled away from Kayleen's house, a heavy silence settled upon us, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Vincent's gaze lingered for a moment longer, his eyes reflecting his concern, but he turned his attention forward, focusing on the road ahead. Perhaps he had seen the fragility in my eyes, the cracks in my facade. I couldn't blame him for his curiosity, for his desire to unravel the secrets that lay hidden within me.

Neris's POV My eyes are gold. Not brown. Not the tired hazel I've looked at in mirrors for eighteen years. Gold, bright and unmistakable, staring back at me from the cracked glass above my sink, and by the time I blink they're already fading back to normal, like they were never anything else. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no."

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.

"By tomorrow it will reach your throat. The day after, your eyes." I thought about what happened when it reached my eyes. I had read about it in Lyse's journal. The full silver that had been in my eyes in the great hall for those three seconds — the reflection I had seen in the stone floor, not my eyes, something else's eyes — that was going to be permanent. "Will people be afraid of me," I said. "Some," Ela said. "The ones who should be." I looked at the founding ground below. "And the ones here," I said.

And now, here he was, pressed against me, shielding me like some damn hero. “Stay down,” he growled, low and rough. But it wasn’t his voice that stunned me. It was his eyes. For a split second, as the strobe lights hit his face, his golden irises flared. Not like colored contacts. Not like a trick of the light. They glowed, wild and primal. With a faint image of a wolf in them. I sucked in a breath. My nightmares. The same golden flash that haunted me. But wolves do not exist.

The book remained on the pedestal, radiating with invisible energy. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to know. I wasn’t supposed to— A whisper. Not from the figure with golden eyes. Not from the book. From inside me. "You do not belong to them." My knees buckled. The chamber contorted again, reshuffling the walls, squeezing the breath out of my lungs. The figure with the golden eyes reemerged on the opposite side of the room, narrowed in speculation as it watched me.

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.

“The gold is spreading through your hair and even to your eyes.” I turn to look at myself in the mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection, and I see what she sees too; she’s right. Golden strands are overpowering my hair, and it’s shining brighter against the dark strands. And my eyes... my eyes have changed too and flecked with a golden hue.

I’m all alone and this place has no smell at all, which is impossible. “That doesn’t matter, they could be watching her!” I grip my head at how loud that is, almost as if she were screaming in my head. “Stop overreacting!” Silas yells with a warning in his voice. I’m up and out of the door, a bright light forcing my eyes shut. I hear a heartbeat and sense, Silas, forcing my eyes open. A woman in a red robe looks at me frightened, then turns to Silas. She lifts her hand to him, palm facing his face and I feel myself glide across the room faster than I’ve ever moved before, and I grab her wrist, pushing it up. A burst of red shoots to the ceiling, but that’s not what catches my eye. I look at

Golden eyes blinked back at me. “May I ask who you are?” He said with sincere politeness. My breath left me. It was as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room. Across from me, I locked eyes with a wolf with golden eyes just like my own. I didn’t know if my heart was beating but I couldn’t break his gaze, and I found that I didn’t want to, even if I could. My body felt glued in place, unable to move, unable to breathe, wholly incapable of making a sound. My entire body felt on fire, and it was like the world around me faded.