Reflections In A Golden Eye Novel Novels & Stories

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

she said as he angrily threw the remaining glass at us, I covered my face with my hands when it shurterd, then flinched in pain when sharp glasses pierced my arms. I quickly dropped my hands and noticed a few cuts on my arms, Lizzy quickly ran out of the room screaming in fear. I felt weak and my eyes were becoming blurry, something was wrong, my body was hurting badly too. I was about to fall when strong hands held me, I looked up and found Lewis looking down on me in fear. "Don't be afraid, I'm fine," I whispered. I tried to keep my eyes open but I couldn't, I closed them as I felt my body become heavier and my mind foggy, the last thing I heard was Lewis Calling my name desperately over a

Walked to the window. And placed her hand right over the symbol. Her breath caught. And her reflection—just for a second—was not hers. Golden eyes stared back at her. Victor’s. And deep behind them, her own face shimmered—twinned inside his gaze. Bound.

Because it wasn’t just something outside me. The reflection had changed. And this time? It wasn’t smiling anymore. But this time? It wasn’t smiling anymore. Its eyes—my eyes—glowed gold, then deeper. They shifted past the color of flame to something colder. Hollow. It raised one hand against the cracked obsidian, and I watched as the reflection’s skin fractured like porcelain, light bleeding through the breaks like veins of lava. I stopped running. “Lena—keep moving!” Maxwell’s voice cut through the fog.

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.

I dried my hands on a paper towel and caught my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I looked different. My skin was flushed. My hair was messy. There was a smudge of blood on my cheek. But my eyes. My eyes looked brighter. More alive. And then I saw it. A flash of gold in my irises. Just for a second. Like a spark of lightning. I gasped and leaned closer to the mirror. "Anna?" Ryker asked. "What's wrong?" "My eyes," I whispered. "They just... they glowed." Both Twins moved closer. They were looking at my reflection too.

It jumped off the trees and into my bones. I ran harder, and the heat got hotter. It spread and crept up my spine, crawled across my ribs, until I was sure I was going to burst wide open from the inside out. And then I looked and saw a reflection in the snow. My eyes. Not mine. It was gold, blindingly bright and glowing. I suddenly jumped upright.

The reflection’s eyes burned with an eerie, golden light. The reflection stepped forward, the water rippling beneath their feet. “You wish to break the cycle, yet you are bound by it.” Elior’s heart pounded. “Who are you?” The reflection smiled. “I am what you could be. What you might become.” The reflection lunged. Elior barely raised his sword in time, their blades clashing with a force that sent ripples across the water. The reflection moved like a shadow, mirroring Elior’s every strike, every movement. It was a battle against himself, his fears, his doubts, his fate.

Mira stands over me, holding a long device glowing in her hand. “You’re coming with us,” she says coldly. “No…” I croak, trying to rise. But another jolt hits me. My body jerks, and I collapse again. I turn my head and find him—those golden eyes now furious. The amusement is gone. “Let her go,” he says, low and lethal. “She’s coming back with us,” Levi shouts, lunging with his blade. But he doesn’t even get close. In the blink of an eye, Golden Eyes moves—so fast it’s like the air bends around him. Mira hits the ground with a grunt. Levi stumbles. And suddenly, I’m on my feet, pulled up by strong arms.

When her eyes met mine again, a single teardrop slid down her cheek. ”- he’s dying,” those words would become the words that sent me over the edge. I looked around the room, everyone's eyes widened a fraction, when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I understood why. My eyes were glowing, a golden shine with silver orbs were staring back at me- it was new. My eyes found Malia, she was standing behind Amber with a hand on her back. When she saw me, Malia removed her hand, she gulped slightly but remained eye contact.