Magic Wand Chair Novels & Stories

Deep seats, wide arms, fabric the color of dark moss that looked like it had already been lived in. Elara sat in the left one without asking permission. She settled into it, tested the depth, looked at the arm width. "Sit in the other one," she said. I sat. The chair was exactly what she'd described. Deep enough to actually disappear into. The kind of furniture that made no effort to impress you and was better for it. We looked at each other from the chairs. "Yes," she said. "Yes," I said. The owner, whose name was Gerald, told us the chairs had been made for a client who'd changed his order. He seemed pleased we'd found them without requiring explanation of why they were right.

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."

Cain's hand closed over my wrist before I touched it. "Wait," he said. I looked at him. "The other chair holds a part of the eight-hundred-year woman," he said. "Kept alive across centuries to be a living continuity. If this chair is built the same way, sitting in it is not a small gesture. We do not know what it does or who it is meant for. I am not willing to let you find out by simply trying it." I looked at the chair. At Cain's hand on my wrist. At the mural, with its sixth uncertain figure.

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

I could tell from the deep shade of red, it was cherry wood. Small ritualistic carvings roamed the top and arms of the chair. “That’s different.” I looked up at Godric. “And beautiful. What does it mean?” “They are my prayers to the Mood Goddess. My hopes and dreams.” “Did you carve this chair?” He laughed. “No. No. I just told the carpenter what I wanted for my mate.” I nodded as I took a seat. The rest of our family parted ways until only a man I didn’t recognize stood before me. He was old, an Elder.

I'm just gazing at him in anticipation, breathing heavily. He turned towards me, holding a grey colour wand in his hand. I don't know what it is. I swept my eyes to his face. He's smirking at me. He strolled toward me. "You know what is it, Princess?" He asked, standing beside the bed. I looked at the wand in his hand. "No, " I shook my head, moving my eyes back to his face. "This is a vibrator wand used for external stimulation. You gonna love it, Princess." He explained to me, arousing me more. I just can't wait anymore.

The Chancellor reads it carefully, his facial expression giving nothing away as he absorbs its contents. Once he finishes reading, the Chancellor places the petition on his desk. He opens a lantern on his desk, and a red glow fills the room, leaving it bathed in a crimson hue. He then pulls out a long crystal wand with six planes along the sides and places the wand at the top of the first page of the petition. Slowly and meticulously, he slides the wand down the page, projecting a translucent, shimmery image of the page's content into the water above the wand. He continues this process for each and every page, thoroughly scanning the entire document.

said Marianne, wondering that maybe she should act sentimentally about it. Michael gave her a look, like he is saying ‘it’s your chair you shouldn’t give it to others’. Marianne scoffed at him but Michael went a bit closer to her and said “If I am not mistaken, that chair is designed for you. Don’t let others use it yet. It could get dangerous.” Marianne’s eyes widens, a bit terrified and then she nods her head. "I don't want to share my chair," she said.