Magic Shop Novels & Stories

“What’s in it? Come on, give me a hint, just one!” “Patience, Manolya!” His eyes twinkled, promising secrets as he tapped the wheel, rain drumming outside. “Good things come to those who wait. Trust me on this.” We pulled up to his shop with a sharp whoosh, tires crunching on the wet gravel lot, rain pelting the roof. “Eren Antiques” swayed above the door, the blue, black and white Nazar boncuğu (Evil eye charm) glinting through the downpour.

Even the maid standing nearby was completely bewildered. The Blackmoon Traders was a major merchant guild, selling weapons, mystic items, and scrolls, and even organizing auctions… But this brat was treating them like a common grocery store?! Seeing the weirded out look on the geezer's face, Bigby pursed his lips and demanded, "What, you don't have that stuff? And you call yourself a trader? The one who gave me that black card was telling me that I could get a fifty percent discount or come to the Blackmoon Traders if I ever had trouble, but this is all you can do?"

He shrugged and kept walking toward the walls of the inner city, seeing the houses with different styles, the buildings, people selling strange things, and the occasional vehicle that passed beside him, ten minutes later, they found what they were looking. "God's workshop, huh, good naming sense i guess?" He wasn't quite sure how to feel about the name, it was ok, but it didn't click with him. "Well, I'm here for work, not for complaining about the sign." He patted his clothes to shake away the snow and Kevin did the same before entering the shop, it was a medieval-style smithy, various cold weapons were hanging at one side, and a couple of armors and shields at the other. A tall and strong

“Here’s the place we’re going to, little one!” Among the narrow streets of Ihordarrine, almost at the edge of the city, there was a two-storied white-brick building with a red tile roof and a large bright signboard ‘The Mage of Needle and Silk’ above the doorway. One could see straightaway that this was not a shop for poor people. Two incredibly naturalistic dummies – a man and a woman – wearing expensive suits in the latest fashion were standing on either side of the door. They were looking at each other, holding out their hands, as if they had been about to dance. Walking up to the building, the necromancer cast a curious look at the fashions on display in the shop window. He frowned a lit

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?)

He looked around, wondering what to say, but after pestering for a while, he finally took a deep breath and looked at Ranveer. "I imported them from a different country," Naman answered. "What? How's that even possible?" Ranveer was shocked. "What? I have a business of imports and exports, can't you think that's possible for me?" Naman scoffed. Ranveer was quiet for a moment. He looked around and huffed. "If it's so, then tell me the name," he demanded. "Andrew Pearson," Naman responded. "What? You're bluffing. He can't be," Ranveer shrugged.

Maeve Three Years Ago “Norman, what are we going to do?” I hear my mother saying to my father. I’ve just gotten out of school and I’ve come to help my parents in our shop, Conjuror’s Alchemy. They bought this store a year ago when they left their coven. They wanted a fresh start, and while the store sells things to non-witches who want to pretend that they are doing witchy things, it’s a front for real witches that need to obtain certain items to create real spells.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. There are gloves for this; it is silver, just in case you want to buy it for a loved one." "Why do you sell silver products when you know this is a pack?" I hissed. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. Due to popular demand, I do have a jewellery store in the city. It just got mixed up." I shook my head, leaving the tent out of annoyance. I clutched my bag a little tighter because it was a crowded place. I trued calling Diana to know when she was coming. She told me she was already close. I stood at the place where I was supposed to wait for Sophia. While enjoying the view, as I got some apples to chew, a young girl was screaming in pain as the store owner continued to beat him to a pulp

I pulled the truck into the small parking lot. The store looked like one of those hippy bong stores. I jumped out then stuffed my wallet in my back pocket. Remi walked with me to the door. As soon as we entered, the strong smell of herbs and other plants overwhelmed my nostrils. Remi split away from me as I browsed the numerous shelves. They were laden with glass apparatus, herbs, plants, crystals, gems, chicken feet, and a host of other items. It was the biggest magical supply emporium in the west. I was sure it had something to do with being so close to a major nexus point.