Magical Closet Novels & Stories

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.

Then she repeated the spell. Instantly the box shone, shimmering. Queenie raised her hand and directed the box’s light at one of the closet doors in the room. After a while, she opened the closet door. The Miracle happened. That door turned into a gate leading somewhere. Queenie saw water and lots of water in her closet. But miraculously, the water did not flow into her room at all. “We do it! Come on, let’s go!” Queenie ran to the corner of the room. Pick up one of the best swords there was.

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.

A hidden room. Nora stepped back. She knew about the safe room. But she didn’t know about this. Inside, rows of clothes hung on racks. Beautiful, shimmering gowns. Jewels sparkled under soft lights. It was a closet. A dressing room for a doll. “Get changed,” Lorenzo said. He picked up a glass of whiskey from the desk and took a sip. “Changed?” Nora asked. “For what?” He turned to her. The blue eyes caught the light, looking almost glowing.

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?"

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?!

Sitting in the dim light of my apartment, I heard the distinctive sound of a door closing from across the hall. A sinister smile crept over my face. Clay was leaving. I slid the glass door to my balcony open and peered down to see his black car pull out of the parking garage, heading north. He's going home, I thought, how convenient. I returned inside, my fingers itching to pry open the book that lay on my coffee table. It wasn't any ordinary book—it was an old folklore tome filled with rituals, spells, and hidden amidst cryptic language, and dark magic.

Made me laugh at the thought I'd beaten the smartass cat at his own manipulative game. For once. I stared at the mess of my room as I closed the door and leaned back against it. I still had enough boxes of stuff to clothe the population of Sable to put away. Yes, the rest of the family used magic for such mundane tasks. But I wasn't the rest of the family. I wove my way through the maze of cardboard, heading for the walk-in closet. At least Mom knew better than to take a house with small storage in the bedrooms. Meira and I both had so much junk it would have been impossible to fit it all into a regular closet.