Magical Closet Novels & Stories

The door next to it led them to another walk-in closet, they could smell the hint of coffee, Xavier’s closet for sure. The remaining door was a bit bigger, and when the girls entered they gasped. This walk-in closet was enormous with an adjacent room that doubled as a dressing room with mirrors on the walls. Row after row of Jewelry, Tiaras, Crowns, and Purses lined the walls. They turned to stare at their mates. They knew their mates did all this for their future Luna and they were so happy that the Moon Goddess and Poseidon blessed them with these caring and thoughtful men.

Today it looked… eccentric. I pushed the door open without knocking. Purple shirt. Green knickers. Bright. Loud. Almost offensive to the senses. The Mage stood near a cluttered table grinding something that smoked faintly when his pestle touched it. Herbs. Crystals. Things I didn't recognize. The smell was sharp. Medicinal. I stopped in the doorway. "You know," I said dryly, "there are people who would take you more seriously if you tried black cloaks." He did not look up. "And miss the joy of watching their expectations die in real time?"

With a soft, heavy click, the wooden door swung open. Inside, the shelf was filled with old folders and sealed ledger books. But near the back, my eyes caught a small, velvet bag. I pulled it out and opened the drawstring. A wave of cold, heavy magic rolled out of the bag, making the hairs on my arms stand up.

Cian stuffs his hands into his pockets, giving me one last look before going ahead of me. "Immortal freaks," I mutter under my breath, following them toward the small oak door shrouded with fat blooming irises. Hale doesn’t bother knocking, opening the door and stepping inside confidently. We all follow into a small but quaint space, the scent of lilac’s suddenly overwhelming, likely attempting to hide the smell of magic.

He whispered to me, exiting the room. I breathed out some air, cleaning up my room using my magic. In few minutes I was done. I laid on the bed, pulling out mother's note from earlier. I spelled it amongst other books on the nightstand. There's no way the witch could have sensed the magic. While mother box, is safely kept in the only place I can say it's completely safe in, that's Cameron room. He doesn't even know it's there. I smiled, as I kept on reading through the ancient words. Then came a knock on my door... "Come in"

Coren might have shown signs of extreme hatred for witches, but I still don't know if he's ever really seen one. I could make the potion in this room, but I don't want a situation where my plans are exposed before I even have the chance to use them. My wardrobe opens when I glance at it and two items of clothing float out to rest on my bed. The first is a purple dress and the second is a black cloak. The safest place to make the potion is in the woods. Power is always stronger in nature. I change quickly, pulling the cloak over my shoulders while I slip the book of instructions into one of my small bags. I reach for the door but I stop halfway as I remember.... I don't need these doors.

The cloaked witch knocked on the door once before stepping inside with Tor and me right behind her. The inside was lit by short, fat, dripping candles sitting in pools of dried wax. I jumped back into Tor's arms when a white cat bolted past my feet. I let out a nervous laugh as I pulled away from Tor. We stepped further into the dwelling and found Chloe sitting at a round table in a small kitchenette. The walls were covered with the biggest collection of tea cups I had ever seen. There was at least one of every color, shape, and size. In the center of the round table was a beautiful violet kettle that had steam rolling from the spout.

"I can't come I have school" "Then why aren't you on your way by now then." I gulped there was no way of escaping this. My mind was on alert now, I didn't reply to him, I don't want to, My closet had a secret room that no one knows about anyone except for Ava and Maggie, but after Maggie and I drifted away she lost access to my magic closet, the funny thing is Ava ID is still registered into our system. Ava also had an entrance to the DOD from her room but I had to disable its many reasons.

But the picture was just a blue frame containing a rectangular blue painted piece of paper which was weird. I touched the frame, checking if it had something I needed. Then I saw a tiny knob stick out of it, right at its back. I shifted the picture away and realized that the knob was a blue button. Of course I pressed it. Once I did, the single closet in her room turned open like a door. I went closer and realized that the closet was more than a closet but a door as well. What was it hiding? After the closet, I saw a shelf. It was a ten levelled shelf and I saw antics, scrolls, spell-books and potions arranged on the different levels of the shelf.

Catherine came out of the hug and looked at Chloe's beautiful face. "Good to see you too," Chloe said. "Let's get inside," His aunt welcomed them inside and she asked the people to leave after putting a sign that the shop is closed for today. "Looks like your business is going fine," Marcus says. "Yes, some people come here for health issues, some for love potions and to increase their vitality in bed, and others come here to know their future," she said and led them to the living room. Like a typical mage house, there were a lot of mystic items on the shelves and the smell of sage is heavy in the room.