Magic Shop Novels & Stories

Now he could use them as an excuse to speak to whoever was inside. Upon entering the shop Mane realised that his hunch was correct. The shop was much bigger inside than it appeared outside. There were several items on display; from bracelets to daggers; from rings to swords; from helmets to axes. The shop had everything, with the weakest item being a Middle Class ring! Mane walked to the counter, whilst avoiding the wealthy looking patronisers. The person he sought was behind the counter. Though this person had their back to him, Mane knew that this was the person he was looking for. "Hello," Tucker greeted politely when he got to the counter. Mane was certain that this person could sense th

When you are sneaking away, you don’t need a carriage. I wandered through the street and came across the market. It was placed in a series of rooftops connected by wooden planks. People were piled up at different stalls, all trying to look at the goods on display. It was incredibly crowded. Nearby, a medium-sized man with a permanent smile was hawking goods, saying "Who'll buy my lovely sweetmeats? Buy it now!" from a sizable horse-drawn wagon. There was a taller than average woman with quite muscular arms selling chickens, rabbits, ducks, and other small game from a makeshift looking booth. A short man with a scar on his face was selling magical items, at least that's what it seems to me, f

According to people's information, there was a complete place to buy step goods because the owner of the shop bought his goods on the black market. The sound of the entrance bell rang, inside it seemed deserted. No one was shopping because the shop was a bit far from the market and the center of the capital and sold strange things so only people who needed something would go in there. There was a full suit of armor, glass bottles filled with water and preserved animals, fighting gear, deer antlers, a magic orb that even Altair himself doubted whether it still worked or not. "Welcome to my shop," said the shop owner. "Is there something I can help you with," he said again, who was cleaning th

His eyes dilated a bit as he used his skills, [Appraisal] which was bestowed upon him as one of his skills besides the skill [Merchant]. Based on his appraisal, the sapphire indeed has the ability to bring prosperity, but… “T-This is…!”

"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?"

he inquired. “ Oh! We were fortunate that this mother tiger died while giving birth, so you can see that the only wound is on the stomach, without damaging the fur's quality. By the way, Mr. Shopkeeper, may I know your name?” I asked. “ My apologies for being impolite. I am Surname Mo. You can call me Shopkeeper Mo,” he replied. “ Greetings, Shopkeeper Mo. Can we please get a reasonable price for our goods? We're looking for 100 Liang of silver, no more, no less,” I proposed.

he asked mildly. “Enjoying the beach. It is very beautiful.” “If I promise to bring you out again, will you come back to the house with me? The jeweler is waiting for us, and he must return to the mainland soon.” I glanced sideways at him. “Why is a jeweler here, and why must we meet with him? Doesn’t one usually visit a jeweler in his shop?” Damian stood and gave me an arrogant look that suggested everyone came to him, not the other way around. He held out his hand to me, and i extended mine in resignation.

“Please Alpha,” “If anything goes out of line, I can’t assure you that I won’t act.” He replied calmly and I nodded. Hopefully, nothing went out of line. I exhaled deeply as I pushed the wooden door open only to be welcomed with the familiar scent of booze. One would think this place was a beer parlor but in fact, this was a gathering place for all species. It was a shop for all kinds of artifacts, weapons, grimoires, potions and of course, ingredients. Their gazes fell on us and some of the people there who knew me simply gave knowing gazes.

The incense smoke curled languidly through the air, twirling its way around gemstone towers and flickering candle flames. Zalindra sat behind the counter of her metaphysical shop, a quaint paradise of mystic oddities where crystals glimmered like stars trapped in glass jars, and the scent of sage and spices whispered tales of forgotten magic.

Arielle put on a hood. "Stay close, Sera." "Don't look anyone in the eye." "And if someone touches you..." "Break their fingers." Sera nodded, looking tough. Or trying to. They walked through the crowd. Goblins hawking scrap metal. Dark Elves selling poisons. Arielle ignored them. She was looking for one shop. The Alchemist's Den. Run by a legendary crazy person. Dr. Aris. She found it near the back. A small shop filled with bubbling jars.