Magic Shop Novels & Stories

"Call us in 3 days. We'll have it ready for you." "Oh, thank you," I stated, taking the card from his hand. It was plain white, and to the naked eye, would appear blank. But I knew better. I tilted it under the low light in the room, showcasing holographic text on it: 'Mullins Blacksmithing' "Fits, huh?" Markus said, leaning into my ear. It did. And it was one of the more clever ways I saw hidden businesses in the supernatural realm.

Jackson noted how her hand lingered a little longer on one of the slate frames with a stand as she walked past. “That is 17 silver pieces and 30 copper coins.” The shopkeeper announced as Mira stopped in front of him. “But since Almera sent you, I will only charge you 12 silver pieces and also throw in a charcoal piece for you.” The shopkeeper continued with a smile. “Really?” Mira face lit up as she clapped happily “Then I will only buy from you from now on.” “My pleasure.” The shopkeeper grinned from ear to ear as he extended his hand “Aldrin’s the name.”

If this is not enough I’ll just have to pray that the Moon Goddess has mercy tomorrow. The boy hesitates before telling me that he’ll be back. He disappears towards the back of the shop. I feign interest in the goods that are on display. Most of it is older cutlery and crockery. Some jewellery. It seems more like a pawn shop than a trading post. /Maybe this is the cover up?/ Naveah seems somewhat confused as well about where we are.

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.

In this case, I worked with the maintenance department at the local mall. One week, the mall had this arts and crafts promotion. Numerous vendors set up kiosks all about the center portion of the mall. One of the vendors was this guy named Robert who made little glass figurines out of Pyrex with a blowtorch. I found myself interested not only in the artwork, but also the fact that the guy told me that he was pulling down good money.

"Why do I need to know? I really don't have much business with you." "Well, you need to know." I smiled. "You know a lot about black magic from your father, don't you? Then you should know what I'm about to say." I told her and she eyed me. "Have you heard of a recall spell?" I asked and she knitted her brows at me. "Can you be nice enough to tell me what it's all about?" I batted my eyelashes at her. "When something is secured with a recall, it doesn't change hands unless the owner give it up willingly." She explained.

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

I don’t know if the hammer was actually made of silver, but it was very shiny. A young man with skinny arms, wearing a stiff leather apron that looked like it was brand new, stood at the front of the shop with a clipboard in his hand. “Place your orders here!” he called out. “Waiting time is only two months. Strike now while the iron’s hot, hot, hot. Master Akrote produces the finest weapons and armor in the city.” No one approached him. The crowd seemed to be here to watch the blacksmith work. I pushed my way towards the young man and waved my hand in front of his face to get his attention.

Did they look outside? Anna pushed the trowel down hard, digging past the loose surface soil, expecting to hit a root or a rock. Instead, her trowel made a dull, metallic clunk. She froze, every muscle in her body instantly tense. Working quickly, heart pounding against her ribs, Anna scraped away the dirt with her hands. A few inches down, she uncovered a rectangular object: a waterproof, tightly sealed metal box. It was a small, heavy safe, roughly the size of a large shoebox.

Asking around within Brujeria for the direction of how to get to their current destination, the group managed to pick up useful intel from other shop owners along the way. "He and his automatons monopolized the production of many if not all the magical items available in the market inside their Steelfire Emporium." Said one of the older folk they interrogated and judging from the way he sounded as well as his expression, it was not hard to infer that he was quite bitter about it.