Fantasy Magic Door Mga Nobela at Kwento

He turned a few locks and knobs and then stepped back from the door. "When you step on it, think of your room. It will transport you with stardust. And because of the everlasting fire, it's not traceable by magic." My heart pounded in my chest as I took a step towards the door. "Ten minutes, kid, that's it. Any longer, and the spell will fade, and you will be stuck in there unable to leave until someone removes the ward around the place." I nodded. "Thank you," I said, smiling at him.

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

was that magic? I looked at him, unable to hide the confusion on my face. He noticed. "No," he said before I could ask. "It isn't magic." I frowned. "The door was built with a special mechanism," he explained. "It responds only to a specific language that has been programmed into it. When the correct words are spoken, it opens automatically." His explanation made sense... at least, it was supposed to. But something still felt strange. I couldn't explain why. More importantly, why was he explaining any of this to me?

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

he says with lust but cold is coating with it. "Really? Here? I don't like showing you my naked body here at your office." I said sarcastically. "Of course not." He whispered to my ear, I just shrugged. He motions the wall that doesn't have a doorknob but just a wooden wall, making me frown. Is he an idiot or what? How can we enter the wall? Did he have magic? He went to the wall and placed his right hand and the door flew open, making my eyes widen at the sight of the wooden door.

Follow me. We started jogging. She ran through the trees, past the clearing with my magic, and over to the far side. I looked around. Where are we? This is deeper inside of you. You passed by here in the dark when you met Megan and your magic, when they lived hidden away from you. She ran a little longer and stopped beside an ornate door. The filigree moulding was out of place here in my mind. Fancy, isn’t it? What the hell is a random door doing here? And why does it look like this?

They reminded me of the incredible gift of a woman who was attached to those sparks. A hidden door was found in the wall where Candice’s magic had been before I was wacked in the head. Candice had Violet take her hand and focus on funneling her magic into the locking mechanism because this particular door wasn’t on the guild’s normal system, so Sven didn’t have the ability to override it. Sparks shot everywhere when their magic reached the door. It was so bright that I had to shield my eyes. When I finally reopened them, I saw that the door was open.

It’s another thing I can’t possibly find the words to explain, but I feel like I’m being tugged toward the door, like whatever’s throwing me a lifeline in this storm wants–no, needs–me to see what’s on the other side. “I’m growing tired of this,” I whisper to the magic all around me, taking a shuddering breath. “I just want out, okay? I want to go home.” I curl my arms around my stomach and take several steps in the door’s direction before hesitating. I can see the details of the portal to who-knows-where from this distance. It’s an unusual shape–an arch, with a sharp, angled tip where a crest is engraved in onyx. A dragon curls around itself, eating its own tail. The moon cycle surrounds th

“Yes, I forgot to say. First you have to touch the key with your hand and pronounce Magicorum. That would be the first spell you cast. Which will allow you to activate the key and open all the doors you want. The girl took the silver key in her hand and prepared to say the word. “Stay!” Johnny stopped her. “First we have to close the door. I don't know what can happen if you say that spell for the first time with open door. No one tried ... Maybe your room fills with mops or sheets,” the boy smiled as he closed the door of room 307. After Johnny slammed the door, the girl said the magic word: “Magicorum ...” From the door frame some small coloured lights began to emerge like butterflies flyi

It seemed to glow compared to all the browns, greens and reds that surrounded it. I crossed over to the door and stood before it. It looked as though it had been polished everyday of the year. But it couldn't be! here, in the deep, dark, forest? I pulled out the map and looked for the spell key for opening the door. " I can just break it ." Loren said, stepping forward and raising his hand to punch the door open. " Wait! Don't touch the door. It's silver handled." I shouted, immediately pulling him back. This door was created by the top mage of the Elves kingdom at the request of the previous king of the Dark Kingdom. They wanted to protect their treasures from rogue werewolves.