Wolf Touching Mirror Novels & Stories

She could feel the goosebumps, and her teeth were starting to chatter. Humans were so frail. Why would any self respecting wolf want to mate with one? Niklas couldn't possibly deny her after she did this for him. She smirked to herself as she walked closer to Katy. "Have you looked down there? The water is so clear. You can see your reflection. Take a peak." Cheryl was right behind her as Katy looked into the old well. It was totally dry but Katy wouldn't know that until it was too late.

Kleanor looked at me “what were we going to do?” “I do know as well. It's like we are fighting the mirror. What kind of power is this? because wolves have this kind of power but it is only a mirror, just a mirror. There is no fire in it. It's like it was made by witchcraft. How can we supposed to defeated the enemy if we don't know what is his true form and we can even touch him or hit him with our power”

he points to a mirror against the wall. My wolf walks up to the mirror and sits down, looking at herself. It’s a shock seeing myself as a wolf, but I have to admit – she is beautiful. The overhead light flashes on, bathing the room in harsh, white light. If I turn just right, my black coat shimmers silver, like my wolf's eyes.

Wait a minute, these were not nails, but claws. I was...transforming. The pain continued, and I gripped my head swearing at it to stop. After what seemed like forever, it was over. I opened my eyes, and was face to face with a mirror. In the mirror, there was a large, white wolf with golden streaks on its fur. I held my breath, this should be the most majestic wolf I had seen in a long time. The wolf seemed calm , and I raised my hands to touch its reflection in the mirror. Surprisingly it raised it right, hind leg too.

And I didn’t like how he assumed that I jumped to the mirror on purpose. “I didn’t know the mirror worked that way.” “But you saw it didn’t you? The snakes and the creature with a head of tiger and lion. You know it might be dangerous, yet you still went close to the mirror.” His jaw was as sharp as his gaze. He was seriously pissed off this time. “I’m foolish I know but you shouldn’t have killed someone else to save me!” “The word saving is too warm, little wolf. I call it taking care of a possession that is still useful to me. Why, you said you got inside by accident. Aren’t you happy that I got you out? Your master is being generous here.”

But, this is the way Melania wanted, the woman reminded herself. She stepped close to the mirror and, with little hesitation, placed the globes onto the surface. She waited a moment before the mirror absorbed the globes from her hand. Then, after a few moments, an image slowly appeared in the darkness. A white werewolf was curled into a ball. Her fur shook as if she was cold. "Nova?" The werewolf lifted her head at the sound of her name. She looked confused, looking around at her surroundings. "I...I shouldn't be here," Nova said with confusion.

After Aurora’s question, the reflection of the wolf said nothing. It simply stared at her, its fur kept swaying gently. “Nyx?” Aurora called, her voice uncertain. Never before had she seen a wolf appear in a mirror that should have reflected only her. Still, there was no response. Silence filled the room. The quiet felt heavier than it should have. Aurora let out a slow sigh, her shoulders dropping slightly. She closed her eyes, deciding to reach inward this time… to her subconscious.

Loki asks, his hand on his chin. “Like this, he begins, looking at each before pressing one, “The beginning,” he says touching a stone with a woman on it,” the middle, “he says touching a stone with a picture of a wolf and woman together with a mirror beside them. “And then,” he smirks looking at me and I gasp, walking to the stones, my hand hovering over one I am very familiar with. “And then a girl staring into the mirror with the reflection of the wolf staring back at her,” I say, with the biggest smile on my face.

What if returning meant reuniting with a stranger? Then her wrist burned. Not with words or warnings, but with a small, trembling pulse. A whimper that existed below sound. Sera was still there. Still listening. Still trapped inside the woman Mira wanted to hate. Mira lowered her hand, the anger dissolving into something more complicated. “I will not hurt the cage while my wolf is inside it.” The choice tasted like ash and iron. But it was hers. Darius nodded to Tovan, who carefully wrapped the broken mirror in protective cloth. Galen gathered the Moon Rite fabric, his expression grim.

Usually all rogue wolves had red eyes and he did but his wolf’s fur looked to be falling off or fluttering away like smoke from a burning fire. “What the hell?” I asked, stepping towards the glass. “This is my first time seeing it too. Hell, this is my first time seeing anything like it at all.” Jackson said in a low voice. The rogue wolf growled at the mirror then it started to wine as if it was hurting. He shifted back and fell to the floor. “Was he injured when he was captured?” I asked, still studying him as he flopped to his back. He seemed to be thirsty or gasping for air.