Novel & Cerita Reflections In A Golden Eye Novel

I look at my reflection on the mirror, now that my black contact lens is removed, my golden eyes feels relaxed. Yes, that is also my secret. Even George didn't know it. I already mentioned my burning eyes during the asteroid incident. This is the result of that burning. My hazel brown eyes turned into golden yellow. Which glows every time I use my power. Honestly, I have no idea if there's some powers inside me that I still not figured out.

Frowning, she slowly opened her eyes but her core dried by watching the view in front of her. Two dangerously beautiful golden hues were staring right into her soul. The malice and rage in them were enough to churn her insides in dread. They looked vicious, and relentless, and had a tinge of raw possession in them. Emmaline was hella confused. ‘Wasn’t his eyes grey a while before, how come they turn golden all of a sudd-‘ Her chain of thoughts got broken midway when the realization struck her like a lightning bolt. Her body started to shake like a leaf. Emmaline lifted her index finger and pointed at him before stuttering.

My fingers tingled. The stairs ended in a wide underground chamber. Lit by glowing orbs floating above black marble. The walls were carved with runes. Shelves lined with scrolls. Vials. Bones. Ancient spellbooks. And in the center? A mirror. Not just any mirror. It shimmered like water. Swirled like smoke. I stepped closer, eyes narrowing—until suddenly, the mirror flared with light, and a vision appeared. Golden wings. Burning eyes. A man screaming in rage. My breath caught.

Like something sleeping for centuries had finally stirred. "You know who I am." I did not. But my body did. My blood did. The candles flickered. The temperature shifted. Not cold. Hot. A dry, familiar heat that made my skin prickle. I looked at the mirror. My reflection stared back. But my eyes were different. Not brown. Not gray. Gold. Burning gold. "I have been waiting for you." The voice wrapped around me like smoke, like fire, like something that had waited for this moment for a very, very long time.

Then it wasn’t faint anymore. Gold bled into my irises slowly this time, not the sudden flash from days ago, more like watching a coal catch properly after a long time smoldering, spreading outward until there was no brown left at all, just molten amber staring back at me out of my own face, steady, undeniable, holding for one full second before a second, and then another, and I stood frozen at that mirror for what felt like an impossibly long stretch of time watching my own eyes refuse to go back to normal. I gripped the edge of the basin hard enough that my knuckles went white, and I didn’t look away, because some new, unfamiliar part of me didn’t want to look away, wanted instead to stay

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.

I said at last. "Honey, I don't think you should see that now," "Please, mom," I insisted. She hesitated for a moment but then opened the nightstand's drawer and took out a pocket mirror before handing it to me. I held the mirror in my hand. I almost let out a terrified shriek. There was a pair of glowing eyes staring back at me. They had liquid golden rings around the pupils, which seemed to glow literally in the dark. As if Mom didn't want me to witness too much of that, she turned on another lamp by the nightstand, the light quickly outshone the golden hue of my eyes, making them return to their natural shade again.

But then I caught it. The faint glint in his eyes. It wasn’t normal. For a heartbeat, they weren’t brown anymore—they were gold. Not just gold… glowing. Like fire caught in glass, like light trapped beneath water, flickering and alive. It wasn’t the reflection from the lights, it couldn’t be. It felt like the world had stopped moving, and all I could do was stare. And then, just as fast, it was gone. He blinked, and everything was back to normal—Adrian smirking like nothing had happened, voice low and too calm. “See you tomorrow, Bookie.”

A single golden eye slowly opened within the darkness. And it was watching.

Reflection-me, crown unbroken scars red. They gather in a ring surrounding us. The Isla’s eyes have turned golden completely golden and tears are streaming down her face. “I don’t wish to be queen " she murmurs. "I want to return ” The heart bellows. The reflections lunge. We battle. Rosa first encounters her duplicate machetes crashing in a whirlwind of gold and crimson sparks bursting like a July celebration. Lila shoots a flare directly into reflection-Lila’s torso; the golden projectile explodes, scorching a gap, in the duplicate yet the duplicate chuckles and advances Etienne’s apparition grasping for Lila’s neck. Mamá Sofia swings her scalpel slicing through reflection-Mamá’s visage bl