Reflections In A Golden Eye Novel Novels & Stories

Just clean glass and her own reflection looking back at her: pale, shaken, eyes too wide. But the claw marks had been real. She'd felt them under her fingertips. Five faint lines etched into the frost, gone now, but real. And the howl. That sound. Low and mournful and somehow familiar, like a voice she'd known in a dream. It had crawled inside her chest and wrapped around her ribs and stayed. Selene pressed her hand to her heart. It was still racing. Had been racing since the moment his eyes turned gold. His eyes. She sat up in bed, pulling the thin blanket tighter. Who was he? What was he? Men didn't have gold eyes. Men didn't make windows frost over with a single word. Men didn't vanish in

Snow crunches again, this time closer. “Goddess, please,” I breathe, barely a whisper. “Don’t leave me to die like this.” My fingers twitch by my side, itching for a blade I don’t have. My body wants to shift, but the wolfsbane hammers against my veins, trapping Nikola deep in the fog. I swallow and slowly, so slowly, turn my head. At first, I see nothing but the white blur of moonlit snowfall. Then, I see eyes. Glowing gold eyes that look like molten lava.

And suddenly, the air between us was too tight and too heavy. I blinked and looked away, turning to face the mirror. The glint of glass pulled me in. The mirror was massive, floor-to-ceiling, framed in brushed gold, it stood like a gate to another lifetime. My reflection stared back: older, harder, but still carrying the same eyes that had once glowed when he touched me.

Kai was incredibly satisfied and so was Dorian. The ground shook slightly as a golden glow formed in between Serena’s palms. Dorian’s gaze swept across the room as every person’s face had turned from arrogantly proud to absolutely pale. His gaze switched back to his mate. Her eyes were now the color of molten gold.

MIKKA For a few seconds, I couldn't move. I stood just outside the equipment room, staring at Seven's reflection in the mirror and wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the image stayed clear in my mind even after the gold disappeared. His eyes had flashed a strange, bright gold, almost like light had burned through them from somewhere inside him, and then they had gone back to normal so quickly that I almost doubted myself. Almost. I knew what I had seen, and no matter how many times I tried to explain it away, the memory refused to disappear.

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

Chapter 3 Ella Whitmore My hands trembled as I locked every lock in my apartment, the image of the strange man and memories of everything that happened back there still clung to my head. Cold goosebumps washed over me as I sat before my laptop at 3AM, the image of those golden eyes, and his impossible speed flooded my mind. My fingers clicked over the keyboard as I made research, typing everything crazy that I could think of. ‘Can humans have glowy golden eyes?’

“You ever come near her again, and I swear you won’t walk away next time.” Josh didn’t answer. He just scrambled to his feet as best he could and limped away, holding his bleeding nose. I turned back to Mira, and the look on her face made my heart twist. She looked... afraid. I stepped toward her carefully. “Mira? Are you okay?” She flinched at first, then looked up at me. “Your eyes,” she whispered. “They... they were golden.” I blinked, confused. “What?” She nodded slowly, still staring at me. “When you punched him. Your eyes—they turned gold. Bright gold. Like they were glowing. But now... now they’re back to normal.”

I shot back, crossing my arms, sinking deeper into my seat as I stared out the window. That's when it happened. He glanced at me, and for just a heartbeat, his eyes flashed a golden hue. I blinked, stunned, my breath hitching in my throat. But as soon as I noticed, his face changed. His eyes widened, his muscles tensed up like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. He snapped his head toward the road, jaw clenched, hands gripping the steering wheel even tighter. My eyes followed his movements as he checked the rearview mirror, but not to see what was behind us—no, he was looking at his own reflection. Checking his eyes. He must've realized what I saw because I watched the tension slo

I squeezed them shut, but that only worsened the pain. When I finally forced them open, everything changed. The vision became sharper and clearer. I could see details I had never noticed before, including every crack in the wall, and every grain of dust in the air. The ice-covered stone gleamed like glass, and in it I saw my reflection. My breath hitched. My eyes were no longer their usual gray. They were gold. Omega gold, but not ordinary. They were brighter, and deeper. A molten shade of dark gold with a striking yellow hue swirling within.