Fantasy Shopkeeper Novels & Stories

She quickly climbed out of the booth and scurried off toward the back of the shop. "Where did you meet her?" Lucy asked, sliding into the seat beside him. "At one of her other shops, she actually owns this one. It was just after I found out I could... you know... affect people. We fucked in the back of her the coffee shop. You don't mind, do you?" Lucy grinned. "I'm outraged! With tits that size and an ass like that, I would have liked to join in. I must get some pants like those."

She hurried and opened the door wanting desperately to get away from the man that was beginning to scare her. When they entered the shop, it was as if they were transported into a different world. She looked at the guy to see that he was trembling at the décor but Andi felt oddly at home. It had several skulls on display, a dog laid sleeping on the heart. It was black and grey. Pickled animals were in jars on the shelves. “I should be going.” “Why? It’s just a fortune teller shoppe right?” “It’s fucking creepy.” Right then an older woman with wrinkly skin walked out from the back upon hearing their voices.

Her long golden hair falls down her back , making me want to reach out and touch it. “I know you are awake…” she says without turning back. “Who are you?” I ask , wondering who this mysterious woman was and why she hasn’t killed us or sent us to the king. I hear her sigh , before walking up from her seated position. She slowly turns around , and at that moment I feel all the air is kicked out of my stomach and comes out as a loud gasp. “Mother?!!!”

"Damn it, I'm in trouble. I don't think these clowns are going to pay for it either." The shopkeeper points at Lucia and Clarisse, "how about those two? Aren't they with you?" Zane gasps… Lucia walks forward and drops exactly the amount told by the shopkeeper. She then says, "there you go, mister. Apologies, my master here is quite broke," Lucia kindly and gently said. The shopkeeper came to his senses and was surprised, "Lu-Lucia Monesy?! And...and Cla-Clarisse Krix?! The battlemage of Etheria and the knight of Esperia! A pleasure to meet you! I'm Grucius," the shopkeeper bowed.

He turned to ask me, winking as he ensured that the shop keep knew precisely who I was. "Oh yes! That would be perfect. Do you believe they might have such a gift?" I asked him, excited to be able to bestow such a gift on Princess Genevieve. "Well, I'm sure they do! Allow me to recommend the shop on the corner of Vine and Edgewood. They have all sorts of nifty trinkets in there, and if not, perhaps they could make one. They would probably even allow you to help, Your Graces. As we all know that there is no fae magic quite as powerful as either of yours." The shop keep suggested before bowing to us.

It had necklaces of silver and gemstone, rings set with stones that seemed to shift colors in the light, earrings that appeared to be made of solidified moonlight. The jewelry shop was small but elegant, its windows displaying intricate pieces of silver and gold set with gems of deep blues and purples. A bell chimed softly as they entered. The shopkeeper was an older dark elf with elaborate silver braids. He looked up from his workbench. His eyes widened at the sight of Patrina before a smile stretched across his face.

Know your enemy, especially what distracts them. The shop in question was different to the others we’d come across so far. Most had been food and clothes and stuff for your house. Remember in the olden days how you used to have to go to a different building for each thing you wanted to buy? It was like that. But this particular store had a completely open front, with a man in a white robe selling what looked like sheets of paper in various colours. He had a trim goatee and pageboy haircut, and a look of practiced benevolence on his face. People were buying the paper, writing something on it, rolling it up and dropping it in a barrel.

Humans and wolves alike. "They know something's wrong," Sienna observed. "Even if they don't know specifics." "Can't blame them. Rogue attacks. Missing people. Burned buildings. Hard to ignore." We found the magical supply shop on a side street. Inconspicuous. Protected by subtle wards. Inside, it was cramped. Shelves overflowing with ingredients, crystals, potions. An elderly woman stood behind the counter. She looked up when we entered and her eyes fixed on me. "Eclipse," she breathed.

"What kind of place are we heading to?" Taking a deep breath, I tried to find an easy way to explain everything. "Okay, listen up. Long story cut short, we are going to a jewelry store called Lollipop That Beats Beats Beats. The owner, a mid-aged man called Kevin George, is the one who crafts all of his products, using his magic. And the reason why we are going there is quite simple: he can craft unique jewels that can protect you from any kind of mental magic!" Their jaws dropped, as expected. And after a long moment of silence, when I thought he would say something serious about that, Asher exclaimed, "Who the heck named a jewelry store like that?"

Eden Noldorasga brushed off the splashes of water clinging to the outside of his baggy brown bear hoodie as he grumbled. “Do you see how your grumbling looks like Abyss? Also, magic items are in the store over there.” "Abyss is like me, and don't be mean, I'm not interested in souvenirs." Well, all members of the magic community in this city knew that the charm shop next to "Svartalf Pastries" was a trickster. The shop owner - a demigod guy - would rather flirt with young girls than really focus on magic research (of course, research would not get much better, but at least he tried to do something right?)