Magic Wand Chair Novels & Stories

The other two men exchanged confused glances before going ahead to try bringing the chair in the same way they had been trying before. I watched him facepalm himself in frustration before walking sharply towards them. “Just leave it”, he muttered with a hint of annoyance as he took the chair from them and brought it into the room all by himself. I noticed that the chair had two huge wheels by the side. He set it down carefully and pushed it towards me. “I had the carpenter make you a wheelchair “, he said as soon as he reached me. I looked at him and the chair with confusion plastered across my face.

Break the chains! A sharp, silver shock sizzled through my spine. I gasped, my body jerking in the chair. I looked down and saw thin wires of silver woven into the wood of the armrests. It was a dampening chair—designed specifically to keep powerful wolves from shifting or using their abilities. "Don't bother," Cassian said, walking toward me with the needle. "The chair is lined with silver, and the tea I gave you has enough sedative to knock out a bear. You’re not going anywhere, Rowan."

I pondered, “Mediation.” “Fair enough.” Accepting the paper back, she returned to her desk. Rummaging through the drawers, Sungul pulled out a few items. “You’ll need to draw a circle and sit in the middle of it. Choose whatever candles you like.” She handed me a basket filled with chalk, salt, candles, and matches. I accepted the basket, taking a peak at the many colorful candles. “As you're chanting this,” She hands me a sheet of paper, “You’ll take whatever crystal you like and fill it with your mana. There's plenty at the bottom.” I took another peek into the basket.

Everything looked way classier than I’d seen online, with clear sweet smelling smoke rising from everywhere at once which made the cabin appear like it was a fairytale land defrosting. There was an anti gravity chair that looked like one of those expensive massage chairs I’d seen online. The hostess adjusted it in many different ways, muttering a bunch of instructions about how to adjust the hardness or softness, turn it around and into a bed some other things I was too dazed to catch. Next to the chair was a button which opened up a golden encrusted compartment with smoke when I pressed it. A bunch of expensive wines came up in the nicest packaging I had ever seen. I wasn’t even into wines

With her words, a velvet spotlight turned on meters beside her revealing the most weird yet menacing looking glass cage I have seen in my whole life. In the right side of the room stands a sinister looking glass cage, and within its enclosed walls sits a single chair. Upon this chair, a teddy bear was perched, as if serving as a model of whoever might take the chair's seat. On the back of the chair situates a spinning wheel, with a small lever at the foot. Perhaps it is for whoever sits in the chair will be connected, as if by an invisible cord, to the spinning wheel, and their fate will be decided.

“Come, have a seat. Your energy is feeling way off today.” She gestured to a chair that suddenly materialized in front of a nice iron-framed, solid oak desk. She sat in a black spoon-back highchair with a buttoned backrest and scrolled arms. Behind her sat her family’s altar table covered with spells, candles, and other assortments of wiccan magicks.

On the contrary, it’s the best chair I’ve ever sat in. “Ladies, I may never leave this chair again. And if my baby’s bed is anything like this chair, I may just have to decorate the entire forest with colored lights.” “Oooooooh!” They say, bouncing in the air and clapping their hands. “Thank you, Lady Maeve!” “We’ll have the rest when you return next week.” “We’re so glad you like it.” They start to flit away. “Wait!” I say, pulling my magic into my hands.

Some parts of the room are engulfed in total darkness. In the middle of the room, there are twenty chairs arranged in two rows. The seats are divided into four parts, separating the chairs into five each and creating a four-way intersection. There is a chair right at the middle of the intersection and all the seats in the middle are taken. "Kieran, who's that at the middle?". "That's the chairperson and those are the judges". Another thing that catches Annaliese's eye is a very beautiful woman who has the lower body of a dragon and a scorpion tail with snakes around her ankles.

Lila asked him, finally turning around, his entire body moving all at once. “No. Did you buy that fucking spinny chair?” Kai demanded, as soon as he got to the counter and looked over the side. “Yes! Happy birthday!” Lila cheered, jumping off of her newly placed seat. The swivel chair that had finally arrived that afternoon and had a giant picture of Batman’s face on the seat. The metal central support of it was covered in Marvel stickers, with the base of the chair having the Avengers printed all around it.

Low, amber strips that glow along the floorboards, creating a mood of heavy, golden anticipation. I walk to the back cabinet. It’s lacquered black wood, imposing and silent. I open it. Inside, coiled like sleeping snakes, are hanks of jute rope. They aren't the soft silk sashes we used before. These are raw, treated hemp. They smell of earth and oil. They have texture. They bite. Next to them sits a case lined in velvet. I open it. The Violet Wand. It’s an electro-stimulation device. A sleek, black handle with a glass electrode attachment shaped like a mushroom. It looks scientific, almost clinical, until you press the button and see the purple plasma arc crackle inside the glass.