Reflections In A Golden Eye Novel Novels & Stories

His hands trembled as he pulled out a small silver mirror an antique-looking thing with ornate vines carved into the handle and held it out toward me like it was some sacred offering. I hesitated. My chest felt tight. My fingers itched with something I couldn’t name. I took the mirror. And I looked. At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. My face was mine same lips, same cheekbones, same small scar under my right eye. But the eyes? Oh gods. Oh gods. They weren’t brown anymore. They weren’t even human. My pupils were vertical slits, like that of a serpent.. The irises were golden, shimmering like coins thrown into a deep well. And around the edges, faint but pulsing, was a ring of se

He thought that over and slowly turned around to face her again. “No outside drugs?” “Nope. You can find what you need if you know where to look and know who to ask.” “And here I thought you were on the up and up.” She laughed and shook her head. He stared, he couldn’t help it. Her eyes turned an even more golden color when her smile was like that. “I never said I was. Thought it would be a good way to turn a profit. You know, sell what we traffic.”

His shoulders are broader under his t-shirt and his hands are wrong at the edges, fingertips darkening where the claws are pressing forward, and his eyes are fully gold. The light from a lightning flash catches them and they GLOW in a way that makes my breath hitch and my thighs press together because my body has been conditioned to associate golden eyes with the most intense pleasure it’s ever experienced and the conditioning works even when the man attached to the eyes looks like he’s losing a fight with something inside his own chest.

CHAPTER 21 A COLD RECKONING LUCIEN I was beginning to loose my focus. The realization hit me like a sudden bucket of ice water was spilled on me as her grey eyes stared up at me. They were a bit wide, searching for something behind mine. When her lips parted, it drew me in again. At this point, I could notice the golden flecks around her iris. Gradually, she leaned in, her eyes still locked on mine. My cock was straining painfully against my trousers, blurring every thought that passed through my head.

Not fever-hot… but a heat that made my knees weaken. I tried to pull back, but his fingers wrapped around mine, keeping it there. His eyes locked with mine. “Here,” he said, his voice deep, “you belong only to me.” For a heartbeat, Ethan’s image vanished from my mind. --- Suddenly, all the mirrors around us trembled. The baby opened his eyes—gold blazing—and in each mirror, my reflection moved on its own, no longer following my real movements. One of them, in the largest mirror, leaned forward until her face filled the glass. Eyes glowing red. Her lips moved.

Every time he tried to sleep, he felt her emotions through the bond. By midnight, he gave up trying. He stood up, went to his desk and lit a candle. The golden chest that he'd forbidden Gianna to touch sat on the high shelf where he'd left it. He pulled it down carefully and set it on the desk. The lock clicked open under his fingers. Inside, wrapped in black silk, was a mirror. It was not a normal mirror. This one was small, handheld, with an ornate frame carved from dark wood. At the center of the glass sat a perfectly preserved and unblinking eyeball.

Oh gosh, those golded eyes. I saw them once and they remained engraved in my mind. Here they are again, under the full moon. Jonathan stands before me, with the same glowing golden eyes that have haunted me all this time. "It's y-you!" I let out as I collapse to the ground, my body locking in. Everything fades away as I'm gripped tightly by one of the deadliest secrets I've discovered, under the moon. "Casey!" .................... THE END.

Staring into her end, it almost seemed as if she welcomed it. *** Gold. The moment before impact, Harriet’s eyes shone in gold, and suddenly, she could see the battlefield again. BLAAAAAAAAAAST! BLARRR! *** Her sight did not return, no. But it was exchanged with someone else’s sight and point of view. ---- Note:

My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal. I opened my eyes again, finding myself shining in that golden and perpetual tone as I glimpsed myself in the blue-violet irises of Miguel's eyes. I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the

The book I was holding felt from my shaky hands, but luckily the floor was carpet so there wasn’t much noise from the fall. I was frozen in place and I did not know how the hell this was possible. It only happens in horror movies and dreams, and I prayed I was dreaming so that I could quickly wake up from it. I finally managed to turn around but that feeling was still very tense. My eyes locked with his hazel ones and they glowed. A bright golden yellow. Impossible! It was definitely just my imagination playing stupid games with me because there’s no way human eyes could glow like that.