Fantasy Magic Door Novels & Stories

Using her hands she directed her energy towards the great strong silver door, that was bounded by strong magic, to only open for Magdalene, but her power was stronger and all other power bowed down to her power, her fingers curled up together just showing how much force she was using to tear that door open. It creaked with a noisy sound while it spread apart for her to enter. When enough space was created she walked in and before she could look around she had to catch a breath.

Doreana did not waste time. The moment she ended the call with Bram, she lifted her hand and traced three quick symbols in the air. The cabin dissolved into illusion — wood and stone dissolving into nothing but a clearing of trees. Anyone passing now would see only pine, shadow, and wind. No home. No sorcerer. No danger. She walked to the center rug and flicked her fingers. The woven threads rolled back, revealing the hidden door. She reached down, grabbed the circle pull, and the door groaned open.

I smile at the thought of his mother once being here, that her long gone magic has been waiting for her return. As we reach the top there is a huge golden door with Dragon’s flying on it in all different directions. Vulcan places his hand on the pad that sits on the right hand side of the door. The huge door groans as it begins to open dust from years of being closed floats in all directions. The minute the door is fully open and we can see inside the room I gasp in shock as Denu smirks.

56 ANNALISE As the portal opened before us, I felt the familiar pull of magic surge through my veins. The incantations I had chanted moments earlier echoed in my mind as the swirling light formed into a doorway. Adrian stood beside me, his jaw set in determination. Molu, our guide through this journey, nodded solemnly. This realm, the one Marcus had banished his enemies to, stretched far beyond the portal’s light. Without hesitation, we stepped through.

The bond was screaming now, a constant wail of agony that drowned out all thought, all reason, all hesitation. I crossed the threshold, my hand slamming against the heavy wooden door. The silver inlay burned against my palm—a warning, a test, a reminder of the ancient pact between the Moon and the wolves who served her. It didn't budge. The door was locked—not just with physical mechanisms but with magic. I could feel it, layers of protective spells woven into the wood itself, designed to keep everyone out. Or maybe to keep something in. Another pulse of magic. I gathered the power that swirled around me, drawing it into my core and then pushing it outward with all the force I could muster.

In my room, I determined to run away to the human world. Slamming the door, I'd used magic to create a suitcase like one I'd seen in a magazine. The suitcase was round and covered in orange and yellow flowers. Without care, I threw clothes inside and then sealed it shut, not with my hands, but with magic. "With magic," I whispered, sitting up, as understanding dawned on me. That tiny feeling squirmed its way to the tips of my fingers. I held them up, studying them, waiting for the ease of the magic I had then to appear now.

but we need to get inside first! “So......why aren't you knocking?” I asked, confused by his behaviour. Do I need to teach this guy that gates are meant to be knocked on and not glared at? “Do we need a magic spell or something to get this open? What is it? Abracadabra open sesame..... ” I whizzed dramatically again and surprisingly, the doors drew back just as the words left my mouth. “Okay, this is sooo sick!” I shrieked. “So cool. Did I just do that? I fucking have magic in me!”

Grandma always said that the black colour gives a calm atmosphere to concentrate while practicing a spell. I stood in front of it and the huge oak double doors opened by itself, sensing my presence. Those doors were under a spell that could recognise a person's aura. If someone was a resident or came with friendly intentions, it will open itself. But if some ill-willed being tried to enter, it will block them out.

I nodded, surprised that I was actually telling the truth. He led me over to the door we had come through, the one that led into the hallway. "As long as that bracelet remains on your wrist, you can turn any door within my territory into a portal." He explained with a whisper of a smile on his face. "You must be very, very specific on where you wish to go. Try it out. Knock three times and then open the door." I did as he said, and felt the smooth wood against my knuckles as it's sound rang out three times.

It wants me inside. “Mother…” I breathe. “Did you walk this path too?” I lift my hand. The moment my palm touches the cool stone, the door melts open. The chamber beyond is small. The air is thick with magic, so dense it feels like walking through fog. Shelves line the walls, carved directly into stone. Most are empty, save for dust and the glitter of old spell residue. But one shelf holds something. A stack of flat stone slates, and above them, carved in elegant script: