Reflections In A Golden Eye Novel Novels & Stories

It was my heart, which seemed to swell into a mallet and swing against my rib cage, a drum full of dirt that might burst at any moment. At last, he came into my sight, making his way toward me. His eyes...his eyes were what captivated me. Rings of gold encased the pupils of his eyes, like a craftsman who made the vessel that was his body and poured pure, melted gold into that vessel leaving only his eyes to show what was held within. And yet his eyes showed that the melted gold never hardened...but rather shifted and moved as his eyes did, giving it life, showing strength as well as warmth. It was enchantingly beautiful...the mesmerizing rich color that resided in his golden eyes. He can bur

My eyes… they weren’t my usual color anymore. They glowed. Bright and gold, with a thin rim of red around them,burning like fire trying to escape. I froze, unable to look away. My whole body trembled, my pulse unsteady, my breath ragged. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Something deep inside me laughed, softly, faintly,like a whisper echoing from far away. And just like that, the glow faded. I blinked rapidly, but the reflection was gone. My eyes were normal again. My skin, however, still shimmered faintly, pulsing with something alive beneath it.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

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

She just never thought I would actually do it. Her hands flew to my wrist. She clawed at me. Her nails dug into my skin. I didn't feel it. I couldn't feel it. Because my wolf was out. My wolf was right there. Right at the surface. My eyes were gold. I knew they were gold because I could see it in her face. The reflection. Two gold eyes staring down at her while my hand crushed her windpipe.

The golden wolf’s fur catches the light from the city outside and it’s beautiful in the most terrifying way possible and those eyes are still gold, still somehow Rhys even though everything else about him is pure predator. The second wolf lunges at me and I grab a shard of glass off the floor like that’s going to do anything but the golden wolf intercepts mid-air and they collide. The third wolf circles around trying to get to me while the golden wolf is occupied. I’m scrambling backward and my back hits the wall next to the hallway and I’ve got nowhere else to go. The golden wolf’s jaws close around the second wolf’s throat and there’s so much blood, it sprays across the white walls and the

Two leaders. Set against each other in a slaughter that destabilized everything. The strategic elegance of it makes my stomach turn. I enter my chambers and shut the door harder than necessary. Silence greets me. I cross to the basin and grip its edge, staring at my reflection in the water. Golden eyes stare back. I lean closer. For a fleeting, irrational second, I expect to see black staring back. Void instead of wolf. But there is nothing. Only me. And yet— There were gaps in my memories of that day.

"You smell like him." My heart stopped. The hounds are coming. I looked past Kael, past Ronan's brooding glare, past Zephyr's calculating silence—and I saw the shattered mirror. In the reflection, just for a split second, a pair of molten gold eyes blinked back at me from the darkness. I wasn't crazy. And my life was about to change forever. END OF CHAPTER 2

“Why would the Moon choose me for that?” Because even hidden, you never stopped surviving. Power sleeps until it’s needed, and yours has always waited. The darkness that bound me feared what we are. It feared that when the true Alpha’s blood and the cursed Alpha’s bond met, something would break. I rise unsteadily to my feet, staring at my reflection in the tall mirror near the door. For the first time, I notice the faint shimmer in my eyes—not the dull brown I’ve known all my life, but gold flickering at the edges. My breath catches.

It seeped into my hair, my eyebrows, my eyelashes, dripping into my eyes with a sting that felt like being written on from the inside. My vision blacked out. Not darkness—images. Rowan’s hands on my mother’s shoulders. Mara carving runes into moon-silver with a steady smile. The Hollow King’s throat mark burning. My copy sitting on the ash-throne, waiting. And then a new image—one I hadn’t seen yet: A room of mirrors. Me in the center. But each reflection had different eyes. One coal. One silver. One blue. One empty. And the reflections spoke at the same time, overlapping: