Wolf Touching Mirror Novels & Stories

"But with a twist. We're going to use your strengths against you. Your senses. Your instincts. The very things the wolf thrives on." I led him to another part of the woods, deeper in, where the trees grew thick and formed a natural, winding maze of trunks and shadows. In the center, I'd placed a large, silvered mirror, salvaged from an old, abandoned hunting lodge. It was a crude, imperfect thing, reflecting a distorted, elongated image. "Your wolf sees everything," I explained, gesturing to the mirror. "Hears every snap of a twig. Smells every creature. We're going to drown it. Overload it. And then, you're going to find your calm in the chaos."

Dominick warned, his hand hanging just behind her, ready to catch her if she fell. But Lisa didn’t fall. Instead, she walked right through the doorway, pulled by an invisible force, until she found herself in a small room. At the middle of the room stood an item, a mirror. It was large, framed in dark metal that glowed with a strange light. Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of it. This was it the mirror that had been spoken of in the old books. The mirror that showed the truth. She stepped closer, her reflection becoming crisper as she approached, but the picture wasn’t right. It was twisted, like a shadow stretching across her soul. Her eyes were darker, the color

As I see the warlock’s eyes shift, I can see he tosses his arms in the air, not thinking of the consequences of killing me. I throw my hands up in the air, using my secret weapon to counter the attack. I needed to create a mirror image of what the warlock would toss out so it would bounce back to him and destroy him instantly. As I toss the mirror in the air, shards of glass rain down on both of us as his rage bounces off the mirror and directly targets him.

"There have been three ghost wolves in the history of werewolves, and you are the third." The fireflies turned into a mirror that was as bright as the sun. I blinked, trying to adjust myself to the light. I looked in the mirror but couldn't see a thing. We walked around me, my mom at the front and me behind, moving slowly. "They are strong." She paused and looked into the mirror as if there was something in it. When I looked inside, I could only see my reflection. "What does this mean?" I asked. "You can't see the wolves in here?" She was surprised.

The shadows shied away, hissing like burning steam and then came the silence. Serena stood. Mirage shimmered in the centre of the stone circle. A mirror formed. But it didn’t show her. It depicted twelve wolves, standing high on a ridge of black rock, howling into the wind. One of them is standing in the middle — silver-eyed, fire beneath her pelt. Serakha. The mirror cracked. A line down the center. And up came Serena’s reflection. Changed. Eyes like moonlight and hair dusted with silver at the tips. The forest’s voice came back — low, ancient, gentle.

Based on the bloody scratches dripping down his face and his bloody, torn shirt, he hadn’t been completely successful in that. In his hand, he held a decorative, marble wolf. I lunged as he lifted his arm, looking like he meant to strike my mate in the head with it. I halted just as he swung his arm back instead, using the marble wolf to crack our mirror. Violet screamed even louder.

Blood was leaking from the mangled torso, colouring the gravelled ground red. Satisfied and bloodied, the wolf ran off into the woods, out of sight and miles away from his fresh kill. He came upon a stream and halted so he could clean his fur. He trotted over to the clear, chilly water, looking down he admired his reflection, loving how muscular and beautiful his wolf form was. He got angry when he noticed the moon's reflection in the crystal lake. He gnashed, using his paw to claw at the reflection, causing the water to ripple.

Ever since those messages started popping on mirrors, I stopped being able to see myn9wn reflection. But now, as I stood there, watching, everything about me felt different. There was no darkness calling out to me. No smell. No visions of blood. My wolf felt rather calm and almost asleep, like she trusted I could take care of myself now. I wasn't sure if I was scared or happy. I reached to touch the mirror, and my lips parted. It was cold against my fingers, and I watched my own reflection. Slowly, my eyes dropped to my fingers.

She returned to the mirror to attempt to make sense of everything, but the mirror was already broken. “How?..” Her heart was pounding once again. “How on earth is this possible?” Slowly, she sketched a pattern over the mirror’s ice-crystal cracks with her palm. A little while later, the white wolf reappeared, gazing Selena in the eyes. She couldn’t take her gaze away from the wolf this time, and its golden eyes didn’t stray from hers either. ‘Is this a nightmare?’ Even though the wolf’s mouth was still open, she immediately heard something. “Hello, Selena.” Selena was certain it came from the white wolf looking at her in the mirror.