Magical Closet Novels & Stories

When we entered Into the closet,I opened my mouth and couldn't shut It because the closet was full of clothes , bags, shoes and Ties, jewelries and the room is so big. I stare because I didn't know when I said "wow". All the clothes there are limited wear,

Then, with a wave of her arm, a portal opened behind Zen. “If you go through this portal, you will arrive directly at Baron Claude’s castle. He is a very cautious man and hardly leaves his study. My children are kept in the dungeon where the dark magicians guard strictly. There are many soldiers patrolling the grounds, and they are quick to ring the alert bell.”

It was replaced by built-in cabinets in an off-white finish. Every trace of my life, from books, awards, to pictures, was missing. The space was now furnished with clothes, bags, and shoes. My room in the apartment I had paid for had been converted into Cass’ walk-in closet.

I close the curtains but leave the windows open for the fresh air. /Zared, come to your sexroom./ “Aminta, give me courage” I mutter under my breath. I feel a warm sensation as if she hugs me. My hand goes to my dragon scale necklace and I rub the scale. Imagining it gives me some of my father’s magic and strength. I hear the door open and see Zared step inside. His eyes search the room, and he raises a brow in an unspoken question. “I threw nothing out. Everything is in those closets. The things that didn’t fit are under that sheet,” I point at the corner. Zared nods.

“What…” Two cloaked figures stood in front of a locked prison cell and stared at its four sleeping inmates. One cloaked figure threw a handful of dirt at the solid barred door whilst chanting some words. The second cloaked figure reached out and slid the door open. Both figures entered the cell and closed it behind them. The dirt thrower recited some words and flicked a hand against the door. Nothing changed. Or so it seemed. But the door had actually been magically warded such that anyone looking into that particular cell at that moment wouldn’t have seen or heard anything unusual. The person would have simply seen four inmates sleeping peacefully. One cloaked figure stood by the door as th

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

The unnatural glow pulsed softly against the carpet, and I realized my hidden magic was leaking so badly that it was starting to affect the physical environment around us. The two nervous nannies paused their cleaning near the closet, and they turned their heads to see what the young boy was pointing at. Kurt reacted with incredible speed before the nannies could notice the strange magical residue. He stepped forward and placed his large boot directly over the glowing edge of my shadow to hide the blue light from their view.

We also use the fenced-in backyard for our elemental magic training. The basement also doubled as an apartment where Bennet and Cole lived but it was big enough that we were able to turn half of it into a magic room. Joseph built a wall, separating the magic room from the apartment and he added a door for easy access. Esme, Patty, and Claire spent time moving the magical equipment from their old coven house to this one. So, it was already equipped with everything we needed. I knew Esme would be in the magic room because that’s where she spends most of her time when she stays at the house and not her shop.

"Sit, sit. Make yourselves comfortable. I'll just have a moment to put the tea kettle on." Everywhere I looked there was the color. Bolts of fabric lined the walls and spilled over onto more shelves. There was a large table covered with a green mat and rulers of all sizes hung from pegs on one end. Quilts, bags, jackets, and wall hangings were hung from the ceilings and on the walls. It was a beautiful space and made me want to curl up like a cat. Tasha came back carrying a thick glass tray. The teacups were unlike any I had seen before, ornate silver cup holders about three inches high with clear glass cylinders rising out of them.

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.