Magical Closet Novels & Stories

While Cahir's was a pristine white and gold, this one was decorated with varying shades of blue but it was not any less as grand and jaw-dropping as Cahir's. He threw open a door and walked it, pulling me along with him. "Ah – oh." I breathed out in amazement. The door he threw open led to a big closet. Although it was mostly empty, the sheer size of it made my mouth drop. Only a quarter of it was filled with things; dresses, jeans, a variety of shirts, bags, shoes and sneakers. The rest of the closet was empty but it had floor-to-ceiling shelves of pristine white. The closet was decorated with fairy lights but while I admired the place, Cahir turned them off. We were momentarily in darkness

he asked. “Nope. You touched it. You're cursed with us now.” “Damn it.” — The basement—if you could even call it that—was huge. Stone walls. Enchanted lighting that flickered on as we stepped in. Ancient magical runes etched into the floor in a circular pattern. Shelves upon shelves of old council scrolls. And in the center? A massive war table. “Okay, this is officially the coolest place I’ve ever broken into,” I whispered. Cassy spun in a circle, arms wide. “It’s perfect. Needs curtains. Maybe a beanbag.”

Two were in the front with the rest of the merchandise and the third was in the far back, on the highest shelf, of the back room. “There are three other sets my magic has connected to. Two are out front and the third is in the backroom. It is on the highest shelf all the way in the back. May I grab the ones here in this room?” I ask the clerk my expression still serious. I do not know if they will fully connect with me or if the reason, they are reaching out, is dubious. The clerk looks at me with a smile before allowing me to walk to the opening at the counter for me to walk behind.

He didn't ask a single question. He simply removed his own heavy, white wolf-pelt cloak and wrapped it tightly around both of us. "You're home now," his voice was low and gravelly. I didn't respond. Clutching Gale, I walked straight through the grand hall and toward the deepest part of the castle: the ice vault. It was freezing here, a place where the royal family stored its most precious magical ingredients. I gently laid Gale on a platform of frosted crystal. He lay there peacefully, like a snow sprite who would never wake up.

I don't plan on staying in Egypt for a long time. I hear the door to my bedroom shut and a chill washes over my body. Something is wrong. "Hello?" I call out from the closet but there is no response. Slowly I walk out of the closet. I get the feeling that I am being watched. Stepping out of the closet I see the High Priestess standing in the middle of my bedroom. She is holding my mother's amulet in her hands. "This doesn't work for me," she says coolly. "How do I release the magic that is within it?"

A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed. My closet creaked as it swung open, showing the uniforms in my size: the silver-buttoned, black-coated uniforms, blouses, and cloaks in plain black trim. When I touched one of the cloaks, the lining of it came to life in red and gold threads, and the picture of the broken crown was for one moment before it disappeared.

This time he took his time slower, giving himself time to sniff everything. Nothing jumped out at Joel as odd until he returned to the kitchen. There he saw a door he never noticed before. He stared at it and realized he had to concentrate to keep looking at it or his gaze would wander away from it. Joel walked up to the door and sniffed. A powerful scent of magic surrounded the door. Odd. Rose spelled the door so no one would notice it? This had to be it, Joel thought as looked up at it. Joel hopped up on his back legs and used his front paw to pull down the lever knob and open the door. It swung open, revealing a narrow, wooden staircase leading down into what looked like a pitch black bas

It was modest in size, like a storage chamber, but everything inside was perfectly orderly. There were no windows—only several shelves lined with various items. I’ll admit, I expected to see massive axes, muskets, firearms, blades, swords, and bombs—but not what I actually saw. Resting peacefully on the shelves were amulets, pendants, and rings of all kinds of colors. “This looks more like your jewelry box,” I snort, examining the glittering trinkets. “Appearances can be very deceiving at times,” Kays smirks. “Minerals, metals, and stones have an excellent capacity for accumulation—they work like vessels. These items contain a great deal of magical power.”

She explained and told a little about the history of magic, but Maddie was not in class, in mind. She couldn't keep her attention and wondered or Ravens poisoning had affected her too. Omem gave them a list of spells, which they could modify themselves, to make them more powerful with their own energy. Doors changed color and got a different symbol if you wanted to go somewhere else. The frame could be used for most of the doors and corridors under the city and some for the surrounding villages and towns. ‘Learn them well and try them out,’ said Omem. ‘What is the function of those old men and that bum on the bench at the Martini Church? Those men, they belong to the Elders? ‘Rodolf asked cu

I only have 2 pairs of clothes as a maid and I hardly have time to wash them thoroughly and to make matters worse , I woke so hard till I sweat. “Alex? , is anyone here ?!” I asked around and when I didn’t hear anyone reply , I went into his massive walk in closet. I had never seen anything like it before. The Lycan’s walk-in closet was more like a boutique than a place to store clothes. As I stepped inside, I felt a sense of awe wash over me.The closet was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling shelves on both sides, neatly organized with rows of designer shoes, bags, and belts. The walls were lined with glass-fronted wardrobes, displaying neatly folded designer clothes in every color of the rainb