Magical Closet Novels & Stories

I followed her line of sight to my father, “…but on him. I thought I’d been seeing red before, but that was nothing compared to this. The magic I kept locked away for four long years reared its head, thrashing and snarling like a feral beast in desperate need of blood. It sank it’s claws into the wooden door of the closet I kept it locked in, the one tucked into the furthest reaches of my mind. It gouged chunks of wood out of the door in a desperate bid to be freed. I fortified that door with everything I could. Iron bars, wooden slats, you name it. Anything to keep it from escaping, even if some sick part of me wanted just that.

"She is more of a witch than psychic. She is one of the Immortal descendants of Merlin. Her magic is very powerful.." "Madam Claire has been expecting you!" A lady in a long flowing dress and a flower crown appear as the door opened. She ushered them in with a smile. Into a warm Oxford styled home with center rugs and coffee table surrounded by black cushions all forming a cup around the fire place brimming with shifting coals. "She is right through there!" She pointed towards a marble curtain, it's string holding up glistening balls.

he commands the guards and they obey. In the end of the long aisle of Magus realm there’s a room that is made of metal and only has a small door to get in. there’s no window installed in there. Dawn once again chained up, just like what happened to her in the dungeon. a tear trailed on her cheeks when she heard the door closed. All she can see is darkness.

"In the end, it takes another twenty minutes until I’m completely closed up and ready to head home. The place is already clean since I was avoiding Harry so awkwardly earlier, but it takes a few minutes to finish counting the till, put the money in my safe which I keep locked physically and with a magic lock, much like my potion storage shelf. I’m the only one who can open it. I spoke to my co-owner about it when setting it up and he agreed that the additional safety of a magical lock was worth giving up his own access. I don’t think he even lives in town so he has no reason to be here in the first place. Lastly, I finish locking up the building.

Then takes his staff and starts swirling it around and Kai watches as the house slowly grows in size, eventually it’s a standard sized house, and Merlin grabs Claire’s clothes and goes to the door. “It’s a mess in here, so please forgive that. I’ll clear up, come on in.” He walks in and starts waving his staff around and items start flying all over the place. Clothes are folding themselves and flying up the stairs, plates and dishes and mugs are all heading to the kitchen, and some other magical bits and pieces sort themselves into the boxes and jars and so on that are arranged into a tall and wide dresser on one wall. Ash and Kai move to the lounge,

As Jette immersed herself in the tales penned by Magdalene, a realization dawned upon her—an understanding that Magdalene's sanctuary was not just a refuge for those seeking solace, but a haven built upon the intersection of the mundane and the magical. With newfound knowledge, Jette closed the chest, gently shutting the door to the secret room. The enigma of Magdalene's existence unfurled before her, a tapestry woven with threads of mysticism and hidden truths. As the moon cast its silvery light through the windows, Jette emerged from the secret room, carrying the weight of the revelations. The house, once a simple refuge, now held layers of complexity that stirred her imagination. The jour

"Here we are, she said as she pulled up in a parking lot to what seemed like their kind of a mall. It was a shopping centre with many stalls and it looked… witchy. I call it that because it was. What would you call a place where doors were marked with bells that looked like snakes, heads of dragons, human skulls, hand and ginger skeletons and such. Wasn't that… dark? But I didn't say anything as I followed closely behind mom and she walked to a shop that had “POPPY'S MAGICAL THINGS" on the door. This one had what looked like a chameleon that squeaked when we opened the door and a short fat woman came from behind a mannequin that looked like it was straight from a dark tale with a smile.

This was previously her room. Whatever looked around the medieval-style chamber, which was full of time glasses, clocks, and fancy clothes in the wardrobe. “What? Are we in a room with a time princess? ” Sebastian slid the dresses to one side and pondered inside the closet before something clicked in... The wall-mounted closet opened... "Oh, that's great. I suppose like mother, like son." K Whatever remarked. "Get in," Sebastian said, ignoring her, and started opening the window and wreaking mayhem all over the place.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

the room had a Green evasion of Light Eminating in the room giving it a bright color. and guess what.. the light was coming out from her Magical pots and Staff. "Wow!". Louis mumbled as he walk further in, in admiration. his heart was beating loudly on his chest as he scan the room. The Magical Pots filled with Green lights. Cupboards filled with different colorful liquids in small glass. Magical Tools,, Herbs and Portions...images of gods and goddesses,, symbols of Elements,, Zodiac signs and last but not the least... protective charms... "What's all these". Louis mumbled out as he feed his eyes with each and every one of the creepy stuffs his eyes met.