Into The Magic Shop Novels & Stories

"I promise you, you're safe. How about I tell you something about me first? Perhaps then you won't feel so lost in what you're feeling." Buttercup could only smile at the store owner. Tansy took a sip of her tea after blowing over the rim of the cup a moment. "First, I will say that I believe in magic. Oh, not the magic of illusionists and the magicians who fill the stages in Las Vegas, but real magic, the kind that comes from within us and can be called on to change things. That's what magic is, after all, a way to change the course of something."

) Just over an hour later I make it to Clovedale and pull into the parking lot of Bellatrix's shop "Carpe Noctem." I get off my bike once I've parked it outside the shop. I remove my helmet and leave it with my bike. I turn and head into the shop. As I enter the shop, a bell chimes to signal that I have entered. I look at all the products and herbs the shop has, feeling completely out of place here. As I'm heading to the counter I hear "What the hell could a mutt want from my shop? If you are here to start shit, I will take you out where you stand."

I told Baroness Lydia to bring us to the book store, which she immediately shows us the way. Amongst the lined up store on both sides of the street, Baroness Lydia told us to stop in front of a small old store, in the outside there's a signboard displayed on top of the door written "Wizard Books&Spells Emporium". on the left side of the door, there are books on display behind a greenish window. Obviously, this world still doesn't have the technology to create clear glass. As we step inside the small store, I was flabbergasted, mostly because the inside was so much larger than the outside.

He looks at me and smiles. “Dungeons of old had separate entryways,” he says, reaching out to break the lock. He hisses when his hand touches the metal of the lock, jerking it away. His fangs extend and he growls low. “Magic,” he says. I reach out, Kella pushing forward and I grab the lock. I can feel the magic, but Kella pushes against it while I quickly yank the lock from the door. I drop the lock and look at my hand that is burning. Kella begins to try to heal me, but I can feel the magic making its way into my body.

It sounded like a low, warning growl. Inside, the air was thick with jars of dried herbs, vials of iridescent liquids, and the heavy, metallic tang of blood-magic. Anna walked straight to the counter. She didn't have time for pleasantries. She needed to become a ghost, and she needed to do it before the moon reached its peak. The interior of the shop felt like stepping into the lungs of an ancient beast,warm, heavy, and smelling of things that had been dead for a long time.

" Never mind. As soon as we got to the north bridge, I entered the store first, followed by Max and Landen. The place was small and quaint and dimly lit. There were various trinkets and weapons displayed on dusty wooden shelves, some glistening faintly under the weak light bulbs dangling from the ceiling. The entire place smelled of dust and faint rust. There were even some spices on the shelves. I already knew what it was. It was probably a place where people came for magical items, herbs, and spices. It was a witch's and sorcerer's store. A little girl emerged from the back room, her eyes wide. She couldn't be more than fourteen years of age.

I examined myself in the mirror and popped a few buttons to nice effect. It was summer, after all. I opened the door to my room and stepped out onto the concrete walkway. I needed something to drink. Probably not alcohol. Espresso. I locked my room, strolled down the concrete stairs in a bewildered daze, and headed south to Moon Bean. All around me, the city bustled with signs of magic. A shop selling potions. People with horns. Empty dresses sashaying in store windows. It all meant one thing: what Alpha Marcus had told me was true. Magic. My bloodline. Werewolves.

she said. I used magic and changed my clothes before I disappeared from my house and appeared at the alley close to the watch shop. I looked around me and found a homeless kid staring at me with his mouth wide open. I recited a spell and made him forget what he saw. Then, I left the alley and walked to the watch shop.

he suggested, his voice hopeful despite the gravity of our situation. With a shared nod of agreement, we set out in search of the young witch who ran a potion shop in the heart of the town. The air crackled with tension as we walked towards the shop, our hearts pounding with anticipation. As we approached the potion shop, hope flickered to life within me. Perhaps the young witch could offer some insight or assistance in our search. With a renewed sense, we entered the shop, the bell above the door chiming softly as we stepped inside. The young witch greeted us with a warm smile, her eyes filled with concern as she took in our troubled expressions. “What can I help you with?” she asked, her v

"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?"