Fantasy Magic Door Novels & Stories

The rooftop quieted instantly. Cal frowned. “The what?” Seraphine approached carefully through drifting lantern petals. “In the old universe… these doors appeared when someone was finally ready to face a memory they buried too deeply.” I disliked this explanation immediately. Hope looked delighted. “MAGICAL TRAUMA DOOR.” “Do not name it that.” “Too late.” The lantern tree above the door glowed brighter softly. Silver branches swaying though no wind touched them. The creator adjusted his glasses nervously. “What exactly happens if someone opens it?”

“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 soon felt her energy be drained as well and her flames became snuffed out as the door stood unharmed. “Maybe we should think of another way in, “April G said as she caught June from falling backward. “Whatever this door is, our magic is being absorbed by it, “Madison said. “There’s got to be another way to get p

Zoe felt the surge of power as her Aetherian magic intertwined with the others, creating a wave of energy that pushed against the door’s defenses. The runes flared brightly, resisting their efforts. The ground trembled, and the oppressive energy pressed down on them like a physical weight. “Keep going!” Ellara shouted, her voice strained. Zoe focused all her energy, her magic blazing as she poured everything she had into the spell. The runes began to crack, the light within them dimming. With a final, deafening crack, the door shattered, the pieces disintegrating into nothingness. Beyond the door lay a massive cavern, its walls glowing with an eerie, red light. At the center stood a pedestal

He yelled loudly and I flew out the door, closing it behind me. I panted heavily, facing a signless hallway. All worn brick and speckled with old timey torches. There were two other doors on the right and then a blind corner on the left. I had a second to make a decision. I chose right. The door I’d just shut opened and I could see his shadow as he barreled right for me. I dug deep for my magic but didn’t find anything to pull up. It’s like a small amount was there but it was stuck.

I sighed gladly as I walked toward it, hopeful that there was at least a door to the room so I might be able to get out of it. I did not have my magic again since all of it had dwindled away. But I was going to find a way. When I got to the door, I paused in front of it. I closed my eyes and managed to turn the lock. I did not have even the slightest hope that it was going to open up, but it did. My jaw dropped in shock slightly, but it did bigger than that when I saw what was behind the door. I was in a vast and unending room of daisies. They were arranged thickly and covered in bands, making a maze to the unknown. What was going on and where was I?

He's the monster," I sobbed, biting my lower lip to try to hold back my tears. Shaking her head sadly, the woman looked into my eyes and said: - Just contact me Daara and ... let me show you your room, in which you will live from now on, and we will talk there as it should. And if you want, I will answer all your questions. I nodded in agreement, and Daara, smiling reassuringly, moved deeper into the room, where, as it turned out, the door was hidden. “Doors like this are everywhere around here, they're just hidden by magic. You will be able to start seeing them when the body begins to accept the magic of this world normally, not before. In the meantime, I will help you in everything you nee

Didn’t he die? “Dad!” Xavier says. “Why won’t it open?” He growls as he pulls the doorknob. I glance down at the knob and realize there’s a spell radiating from it. It’s grandma’s magic. “Let me try.” He steps back, allowing me access to the door. It would be harder to break than pass through it. “Come with me,” I say, taking his hands and covering him in my magic, then passing through the door. GRRRRRRRRR

Johan asked Mordecai as Boulvar and Venet held the door while Dorin fixed it in place with magic. “I’m more interested in knowing how your friend got that door down.” replied Mordecai. “Those doors are covered in spells, even the unoccupied ones can’t just be opened without a class card key!” “He seems to be reading the spells and dismantling them by finding the weakest thaum and cutting it there...” Xander said excitedly. “I have never seen anyone do that before, not even the best royal artificers back in the capital were ingenious enough to accomplish such a feat!”

Libby and the brothers are behind me as I pull on the door. "Use your magic," Libby says. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and imagine the door opening. I clear my mind, and the door is the only thing I feel. As I concentrate, I hear the door open. I open my eyes, and the door opens for me. We rush into a small room. Ryan is waiting for me. He has Bruce and a woman. "Is he okay?" I ask. Bruce looks at Ryan and then at me. "Is it true?" Bruce asks.

This time he took his time slower, giving himself time to sniff everything. Nothing jumped out at Joel as odd until he returned to the kitchen. There he saw a door he never noticed before. He stared at it and realized he had to concentrate to keep looking at it or his gaze would wander away from it. Joel walked up to the door and sniffed. A powerful scent of magic surrounded the door. Odd. Rose spelled the door so no one would notice it? This had to be it, Joel thought as looked up at it. Joel hopped up on his back legs and used his front paw to pull down the lever knob and open the door. It swung open, revealing a narrow, wooden staircase leading down into what looked like a pitch black bas