Novel & Cerita Reflections In A Golden Eye Novel

“To do everything right this time.” She studies me too long — suspicion skimming her gaze. I pretend not to notice. Two can play this game. --- Later, I sit in my chambers, brushing my hair before the mirror. My golden strands gleam under moonlight — but that isn’t what catches my attention. My reflection’s eyes… They shimmer faintly. Like stars trapped in blue glass. I blink — and the glow disappears. “What are you?” I whisper to my own reflection. As if in answer, a sharp ache cuts through my chest — heat spiraling through every vein. I gasp, gripping the nearest table to stay upright.

Arc I – The Possession Begins Chapter 2: The Lady in the Mirror For a full five seconds, Mira did not move. The reflection did. It smiled—her smile, but sharper. Her hands went cold. “I—uh,” Mira stammered, “I’m… me?” Brilliant. Pulitzer-winning dialogue. The reflection tilted its head. “You are not Seraphina Edevane.” Mira’s heart pounded. She backed away, but the reflection followed in perfect synch, except for one crucial detail: the eyes. They weren’t her normal wide-eyed panic; they were calm, ancient, and unmistakably aware.

“Take a look at it yourself.” My eyes widened as I saw a pair of golden orbs. I rubbed my eyes a bit just to confirm that this was real, that what I was seeing right now was the reflection of my eyes, or maybe it would go back to black once I closed my eyes. So I tried but nothing happened! They’re still gold. “Where did you buy it?” With trembling hands, a flash of memory has come to me. Last night, it was my palm, then that dream, and now this? What is really happening—

"Seraphina. Call to your wolf. Let her emerge. Shift. Absolutel silence fell over the clearing. I closed my eyes as I reached inward, desperately searching for any hint of a wolf. Any spark of animal consciousness. Any sign that I was more than just a broken shell. Please.... please, I begged silently. Please be there, don't let me die like this. Nothing Just the same emptiness I'd felt for eighteen years I tried even harder, pushing against that emptiness, searching for.... Wait. Was that.... For just a second, I felt something. A stirring deep in my chest, like a presence waking from a very long sleep, like it was flickering behind a locked door. Hello. I called to it desperately. Please,

Predatory and foul. Then one of them stepped just far enough into the weak spill of light from the warehouse opening and I caught it. Not clearly. Not brightly. Just a faint wrong glimmer in the eyes when he turned his head. A muted gold that seemed to catch and hold where ordinary eyes would only reflect it and lose it. I stared harder, my breath catching without permission. “Did you see that?” I whispered. “What?” “His eyes.” Jenny squinted, leaning slightly toward me. “That’s just the light, isn’t it?”

Not while I lived, not while my name bore weight in this world. And as I returned to the main hall, I caught sight of my reflection in the glass—golden eyes burning, posture rigid, a man who would move heaven and earth to protect the woman who had become his world.

I nodded and made my way to the bathroom, but his voice stopped me halfway. “Please, if you need anything, I will be right outside the door” he said, looking down, and avoiding my gaze. “Thanks,” I murmured again, and went into the bathroom. The mirror caught my reflection and I stopped cold. My eyes were glowing. Not like a reflection. Not like light playing tricks. They were glowing. Like that of Jones. A faint gold fleck danced in my irises. I stumbled back, heart hammering. “What the hell…?”

My wet hair pushed back from my forehead. But his right eye is gray. And his left eye burns gold. Not a flicker. Not a trick of the light. Steady, molten gold, bright enough to throw a faint amber glow on the skin beneath it. My wolf's color. Staring back from my own reflection like a stranger who's been living in my house and just decided to stop hiding. I don't blink. It doesn't fade. Tomorrow is the full moon. My hand finds the edge of the sink. Grips.

Slowly, so very slowly, I began to open my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was his golden eyes. The world stilled as I suddenly got lost in his eyes. In my twenty-one years of living, I have never seen such a pair of eyes before. They were golden, literally. His eyes were made of gold. Then realization finally dawned on me. It was him. The Alpha, whose name was feared all over the world, The Alpha was known for bloodshed, killings, and ruthlessness. The Alpha, who had the most unique eyes that had never been heard of, even tried all they could to know where his eyes originated from, but all attempts proved futile.

muttered Jasmine, clearly worried about the main in the tailcoat who had escaped. Hearing that, Gerald casually walked toward the window before saying, “Close your eyes, Jasmine!” “…H-huh? I… Alright!” replied Jasmine as she instantly did as she was told. Once he was sure she had done so, Gerald closed his own eyes… And at that moment, a golden eye appeared on his forehead! The second his third eye opened, an explosive sound was heard as the entire private room was engulfed in a blinding, golden light! Upon seeing the light, several people instantly began screaming in pain as they covered their eyes. Some of them were even convulsing on the floor at this point, foaming from their mouths as t