Wolf Touching Mirror Novels & Stories

Hitching and gasping, she stuck her inhaler into her mouth and triggered another blast. Deyquan turned and gestured at the screen. “What . . . what the fuck?” A slow, mesmerized head-shake. “I . . . don’t know. We don’t have cameras in the bathrooms.” He pointed at the screen. “Bullshit! An . . . fuck! What the hell was that shit with the mirror..?” He closed his eyes. Rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. “No, no. Bullshit. Gotta have cameras in the bathroom. Just didn’t know it is all and you clicked on it by accident. And what the fuck was up with that mirror?”

I punched again and almost slapped the glass. When I looked in the other mirror I was shocked that a black wolf was moaning there and there were still bloodstains on his snout. I backed away and leaned against the glass wall and was surprised when he hit himself in the mirror as if he was destroying it. I slammed the mirror again and looked for where I could get out but there was nothing. I kicked and almost slapped myself in the mirror it still didn't break but the wolf almost had no trouble hitting himself and I was even more surprised that he could make a crack in the mirror which made me even more scared.

The floor began to shake so hard that the silver snakes on my arms fell off. "What is that?" the mirror-face asked, her voice cracking with static. "It’s not a what," a new voice boomed. The floor of the bridge exploded upward. A giant, black-and-silver wolf, the size of a truck, leaped into the room. It had red eyes and teeth made of jagged glass. It wasn't a machine, and it wasn't a person. It was a Werewolf, the kind from the old stories, but reinforced with Board tech.

I ignore my evil reflection in the mirror and hurry out of the bathroom. “ Violet~ ” The spirit singsongs behind me, but I don’t pay attention and allow it to feed me lies and tempt me to enter the mirror dimension. Just as I step out of the bathroom, I feel the sparks surrounding me and making my nerves calm down. I inhale deeply and close the bathroom’s door. Then, I turn around and look at him. Wolf is sitting on the edge of the window, his arms folded over his chest and his eyes observing me keenly. The dark sky looks like only a painting behind him.

Marquise sighed, after some seconds were passing and the mirror projection didn’t change into something different… “The mirror couldn’t trace the place and Knight Richard…” Marquise murmured. She turned around to Luka and looked at both Luka and Miller in return. “Is it because of his magic protection?” Miller lower his tone and he gritted his teeth to handle the flames in his chest. He stared at Luka and snuffed out loud. “We have another way…the young wolf man…” Marquise drew a long deep breath. She turned to the mirror again and swayed her hand in the front the mirror. “Mirror of the universe, show us the young wolf man…”

I walked towards the bed with continuous difficulty that slowly began to seem abnormal. With its mouth, my wolf picked up the crystal ball, and headed towards the medium sized mirror in my room. The closer I got the to mirror, the deeper my belly sunk. Finally, I stood close enough to clearly see the image of my wolf reflect on the mirror. I felt my heartbreaking at the sight, as the crystal ball dropped from the mouth of my wolf in equal shock. What happened to its right fore leg? It looked.... deformed. It all began to make sense to me.

Hazel froze and her legs went numb. It was a wolf, and had light brown fur with deep blue eyes, reminding her of someone. "Ro-Rodrigo?" She stuttered, fear gripping her. The wolf let out a low growl. Hazel moved back and it came closer. "Please don't hurt me," she choked out, her vision blurry. Just then the wolf jumped at her. Hazel's eyes widened and she bent down in fear. The wolf smashed against the mirror and she took the opportunity to run out of the room. She ran down the mansion, falling down the stairs as her feet failed her.

Aurora whispered, but he was looking only at the wolf. Her scream died down to a soft whimper. What the f*ck was this thing? The leap looked almost like a float, as the wolf's forelegs were thrust forward in the air and Aurora choked in a scream. Eyes widened with fear, she looked at Art who was staring at the thing with what looked like curiosity. Within a second, it landed with a thud on the front mirror and showed its snapping teeth at them. Drool dripped down its snout. The mirror cracked, a spider web of crack after crack, and Rory realized if the thing tried too hard, it could come in and kill them and feed on them – it looked hungry, ready to hunt, ready to feed on blood.

Unfortunately, I can’t mark him; however, as I look at him in the mirror, I look at his marking spot. Staring at him in the mirror I look more clearly. As I stare there is something appearing in his marking spot. As he looks to what I am looking at he moves me out of the way so he can look more closely in the mirror. Pulling him back, I turn him slightly so I can also see what is happening. As we stand there watching, in his very marking spot developing is a woman with her arms wrapped around a wolf. How did that happen? How is that possible? Is their mating fated more than they realize? Only time will tell.

"What does it do?" "It has the power to reveal your true self," he explained. "Not just your physical appearance, but the essence of who you are, including your wolf." My pulse thrummed with anticipation and nervousness. Could this mirror truly show me my wolf, the one I feared I might never find? My father stepped aside, allowing me to approach the mirror on my own. As I stood before it, I gazed into the reflective surface, not quite sure of what to expect. At first, my reflexion stared back at me, familiar yet tinged with uncertainty. But then, as if by magic, the image began to shift and change. The features of my face blurred and morphed, and suddenly, there she was - my wolf.