Magical Closet Novels & Stories

Troubles that words would not be able to convey. Opening the dresser, I rummaged through a few stacks of clothes, still looking for what I wanted. "My magic is ancient," I told them loud enough to hear from the bedroom. "But it's not quite Asgard ancient like everyone suspects." I slammed the drawer shut as I shoved our scarves in my pocket. They had followed me into the room, leaning against the door, giving me space. "Which explains the magic. And as for your heritage?" Claire hinted, as she was leaning up against the door

In my room, I determined to run away to the human world. Slamming the door, I'd used magic to create a suitcase like one I'd seen in a magazine. The suitcase was round and covered in orange and yellow flowers. Without care, I threw clothes inside and then sealed it shut, not with my hands, but with magic. "With magic," I whispered, sitting up, as understanding dawned on me. That tiny feeling squirmed its way to the tips of my fingers. I held them up, studying them, waiting for the ease of the magic I had then to appear now.

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

Her eyes lit up. One group at a time, the ballroom emptied. Closets opened with a soft shimmer of magic, the doors glowing faintly with destination sigils. Students stepped inside by group, escorted by assigned faculty or guardians. The moment each closet hit its full number, it vanished with a quiet rush of wind—safely portaled to home territories across the continent. Over and over again, we repeated the cycle. Bags. Drinks. Roll call. Closets. Magic. Every now and then, a hug slipped in. A tear. A laugh. A whispered promise to write.

Rita The dorm room was a cocoon of warmth, lit by flickering candlelight and the soft glow of Pru’s enchanted dreamcatcher. Freda sat cross-legged on her bed, her brow furrowed as she traced ancient symbols in a weathered spellbook. Across from her, Rita held a tarnished silver locket in her palm, her eyes closed as Pru guided her. “Focus on the energy it carries,” Pru murmured. “Objects hold memories. Let them speak to you.”

It was one that hit home because of the pain caused to Janina, Astrid, and Coralynn. I leaned against the doorframe of the magic room. It was an impressive space that housed pretty much anything that she might need. Well, except for the various plants that she would often use. There was a greenhouse behind the packhouse for that. Shelf after shelf of ingredients lined the walls, including everything from normal items to specialty items like gnome bones. Tracie and Kim were in there with the women. Ziyah waved her hand over a small box on the table, her magic rippling over it like a wave. Kim was bouncing on her heels as Ziyah handed the box over to her.

The more I saw, the more I learned that the supernatural were more blended into our lives than we could imagine. Once we entered into the apartment, I was even more surprised to find that there was nothing that seemed 'magical' inside the room. There were only books and cabinets and all normal furniture that we could find everywhere. I don't know if I was expecting a cauldron in the middle of the room or not, but this definitely wasn't it. "You don't need to be surprised, the cauldron's in the closet." I whipped around to face the red-haired witch, my eyes wide in surprise…only to have her burst out laughing.

I decided to stay in the drawing room first. The muddy yellow light seemed to be vomiting all around the house. It tainted the beautiful mahogany desk an ugly color. The sofa was behind lined with dusty looking throw pillows that were once white. There were four pillars there stationed around the room. The white tiles and other furnishings gave the room a medieval twist to it. Surprisingly no chandelier found in this room. The ceiling was high enough that you’ll need at least three tiered ladders to clean it. The ceiling also had paintings of cherubs and angels with some clouds. There were also drapes on the window. A cold breeze went down my spine as I looked at it.

I summon a cloth rack, and hangers from the storage in Gold Moon, along with a smaller cabinet for my magic things I place at the tent wall near where they have placed my table, but inside our private area. Lucas whistles behind me, and I blush while waving at him. He laughs, getting our clothes hung up on the rack, and we work in companionable silence for a while. As my personal and highly dangerous, Jess and Elisa should absolutely never get their hands on them, things in the cabinet, I ward it and seal it shut so only I or Cian can open it. I explain it to Lucas and he agrees Cian should be the only one except me, and only asks if he can help when I walk into the front room to unpack the

She understood very well that if she were to stop then she may end up dying in the hands of Magdalene. She had taken several corners before she was at the entrance of the special room where Justin had told her she would find the help she needed. The energy went through the door and it opened itself for her she was staggered when she got inside. The door then locked itself and she looked around trying to see the portal. This was not a room like any other it was more magical than the board room and at the center was a throne made of gold, the floor had flowery patterns that glowed and there was a scepter at the center that glowed. It was on top of a bowl-shaped object that was made of silver.