Wolf Touching Mirror Novels & Stories

I whispered. The wolf nodded slowly. The extraordinary occurrence of being in the presence of a talking wolf completely took me aback. With my heart racing, I took a slow step back. The wolf watched me intently with twinkling eyes, never breaking its gaze. Taking one deep breath, I sat down on the toilet. "H-how did you do that? You're in a mirror; you're my reflection," I stammered as I glanced at the mirror. "Oh my goddess, I'm fucking going crazy."

“Holly.” Her mouth didn’t open but I heard her voice echo all over my head. The wolf was communicating with me and I pulled myself carefully and slowly up from the ground, surprised that the heavy feeling was finally gone. I stood in the middle of nowhere, staring up at a beautiful white wolf who was staring back at me. “You called me?” I asked the wolf with a female voice. I raised my hand to touch her muzzle but to my surprise, I touched a flat surface instead and just like what I thought, the flat surface was indeed a mirror. A cosmic-sized mirror standing between me and the giant creature.

The glinting salver replica of the moon on the water provides enough shine for me to recognize my own reflection. I stare at my water-reflected image staring back at me. In a split of a second, a white wolf comes into the view on the river mirror, replacing my human image with a furry beast. A beautiful, white wolf. I jerk my head around, trying to find who owns the wolf that just appeared. My breath stops realizing that there’s no one here but me. “Kayleigh. Look at me, look at you. Watch me, watch you.” The voice says, one more time.

I muttered to myself and smiled. I got into my room and opened the door to the only place I was able to find comfort in now. I took off my coat and banged it before rushing to front of the mirror while smiling widely. I decided it was time to take a shower and began to take off all the jewelries I had worn today and just as I was about to leave I a heard my name and paused. What was going on again? I slowly turned around and was shocked to my guts to see a wolf in the mirror and she had my eyes.

The walls of the room shattered and shards of glass splattered over the floor from the window. The bars of iron twisted and Winter stepped back. Miracle howled. It was a satisfactory howl. It was a warning to Killian’s wolf. Miracle gave him one more chance. Her blue eyes shined more. The sun rays entered the room through the shattered walls and reflected the gold through Miracle’s fur. Killian’s wolf didn’t heed the warning. He roared. He stepped back and leaped above the ground. He attacked Miracle’s neck with his paws. His nails pierced Miracle’s fur. She winced. I winced.

“How are you here? And why are you dressed like this? Her voice trembled, tears still forming. I swallowed hard. “We have a lot to talk about.” But before I could explain, something caught my eye. A mirror on the wall glinted. I turned and froze. It wasn’t me staring back. Not the brown-haired girl with green eyes in a strapless gown. The reflection was a black wolf, its fur shadowed, three eyes gleaming with unnatural light. The council’s words thundered back in my mind. The curse of the Dark Wolf.

Tessa chanted counter-spells, herbs from her pouch burning in her palm, smoke warding shadows. Mid-swing, Mira's eyes locked on Viktor. 'Join the rage, brother.' Curse words spilled, dark energy slamming him. He howled, body convulsing, shifting not to wolf but rabid beast—foaming jaws, red eyes, claws elongating. 'No!' I yelled, dodging his lunge. He turned on me, then Tessa, claws slashing toward her womb, the mark flaring bright again.

I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. “I don’t trust her,” my wolf spoke up, breaking the silence in my head. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes momentarily taking on a golden sheen, a subtle manifestation of my wolf.

It’s cracked in places, but my reflection stares back at me. Only, it’s not me. A silver wolf stands there, sleek and powerful, eyes glowing emerald and like diamonds, shifting and sparkling in a way that pulls me in deeper than I want. I lift one paw to the glass—and at the exact same moment, the wolf lifts its paw too. The claws scrape softly against the cracked mirror. I’m frozen, unable to look away. This wolf—this thing—feels like a part of me. Or maybe it’s the other way around.

He turned and walked back into the corridor with her, and the mirror didn't react, didn't change, kept doing whatever it had been doing on the terrace with the comfortable ease of someone who believed they were unseen. "What's the tell?" Ryder said in the corridor, low. "The resonance is wrong," she said. "Like a picture of a sound instead of the sound itself. It looks exactly right but it's one layer too clean." She paused. "Real wolves have friction. Small inconsistencies. Mirror carriers are — smoother. Like they're trying very hard to be accurate." "How many more?" She thought. "At least one more on this level," she said. "I need to find the edges of the signature."