Fantasy Magic Door Novels & Stories

"Why can't you?" "Purposes. But let's do the old-fashioned way." He smiled at her and he faced the door. He raised his palm a few inches away from the door and slowly slide his hand mid-air from left to right. Burnt wood filled the room and smokes appeared, making Emily cough. She narrowed her eyes then coughed, "What are you doing?" She coughed again between words. "These symbols can create a portal that leads us to the mortal world." He placed both his hands on the door knobs, wrapping his fingers. He twisted the knobs and gently pulled it open.

She walked toward the heavy, reinforced door—a slab of metal designed to withstand a nuclear blast. She didn't punch it. She didn't use a spell. She simply placed her hand on the surface and whispered a single word. "Open." The molecules of the door shifted, the iron and silver realigning themselves at her command. The massive slab folded inward like a piece of origami, creating a jagged, arched gateway. Elena stepped through it, her white gown trailing behind her, a ghost walking through the heart of the empire that had tried to bury her.

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

“What the heck? “April G said as she please turns hand on the symbol. The symbol released a green glow as the bookshelf shifted into a green door. “Whoa, “June and Madison made their way to April G’s side as they prepared to open the door. But to their surprise, there was no doorknob to pull or push it open. “Stay back, “Madison said as April G and June walked backward while she used her telekinesis to push against the door. However, the green door began to glow, and Madison felt her magic being drained in the process. “Ow, “Madison said as she dropped her arms. “Don’t worry. I’ll get us through, “June said before she summoned a massive blast of fire to blow the door apart. However, June soo

The air itself felt heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and something metallic, like the taste of a copper coin against the tongue. High above the blistering, silent expanse of the great desert, the violet Door manifested. It did not appear on the solid ground. It tore through the sky a thousand feet in the air, a glowing, rectangular wound in reality. It pulsed with a rhythmic, violet light that seemed to beat in time with a heart that didn't belong to this world. For a single heartbeat, the Door was the only thing in the sky. Then, it exhaled.

"... should we go back to that door later? Who knows, the dead end might disappear, so you can go home!" Adro thought for a moment, then answered, "That might happen. But most likely, the wall will not change. There have been rumors about an old male witch who likes to make magic doors. He can only enchant one door one time. If he has passed through it, the door will return to an ordinary door. However, no one could find the witch's whereabouts." "So, the existence of the witch door is just a rumor?" Grace furrowed her brows. "I and most people thought so, but after this incident, I believe the rumors are real."

Goddess I’ll never get used to that even though I’ve teleported many times myself. Against everything telling me not to go to find this purple door, I do it anyhow. When I finally see it, I gape at the weirdness. It’s a deep purple with ornate gold and wrought iron decorating it. With each step I take towards it, a strong urge to leave hits me as if in waves. It isn’t my own judgement warning me though. Magic? Maybe to keep the kids away or something?

Then she repeated the spell. Instantly the box shone, shimmering. Queenie raised her hand and directed the box’s light at one of the closet doors in the room. After a while, she opened the closet door. The Miracle happened. That door turned into a gate leading somewhere. Queenie saw water and lots of water in her closet. But miraculously, the water did not flow into her room at all. “We do it! Come on, let’s go!” Queenie ran to the corner of the room. Pick up one of the best swords there was.

Naomi As my fingers tingle with newly discovered magic, I shiver against the cold and approach the towering Manor House. The massive black door taunts me, locked tight. I search frantically for a spare key in the potted plants lining the entrance, but come up empty-handed. Desperation sets in as I circle the house, hoping for an open window or a forgotten back door. But every entryway is sealed shut, no doubt Ataz’s doing to keep me out. I try to summon my magic. If I can transform myself into a shrub, I can open a damn lock.