Novel & Cerita Magical Closet

Raven was just the first. "And there's more," said the headmistress her face suddenly serious. This is the first time that I have seen her get serious. Usually, she is always smiling. "What is it?" Chloe asked In an instant, we came across a door. We roamed our eyes and saw we were in the Magisch academy hospital. Yeah, Magisch academy not only has a clinic but also has its own hospital. "What are we doing here?" I asked Instead of answering, she opened the bedroom door. She went inside so we followed her immediately. My eyes widened at what I saw.

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.

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.

“You’re welcome, Romeo.” -- Later that night, while the mansion hushed under the weight of silence, Alex stood barefoot before a door most assumed was a closet. The moon hung low, heavy with secrets. Inside the mansion, everyone slept—or pretended to. But deep within the north wing, behind a painting no one dared touch, Alex pressed his palm against the cold wall. Runes pulsed under his skin. A faint hum filled the corridor as the assumed closet slowly peeled open with a hiss of old magic.

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.

She continued but I interrupted her. "How will that be possible?" I asked her. "For Steve... we'll get something from the ancient power room." She answered and I nodded. The ancient power room she referred to was the room that had all the necessary equipment used to protect each and every member of the Magical kingdom. A lot of ancestral materials were kept safe in that room. My band...the supposed band that Sage wanted, was also one of the treasured materials that was kept in the ancient power room. It'd be just great if Steve could get something from there that would keep him safe. It'd help my worries lessen.

I heard the maid snap her hands— about 7 other maids rushed in. “Wow,” I said, eyeing the renovated closet. Everything was in a transparent glass, like a fashion design shop would look like. White translucent lights, there were various sections for gowns, shoes, bags, trousers and casuals. C-O-L-O-R-S! It was almost like I was a charmed princess in a Barbie school. I couldn’t believe these things still existed, especially in a vampire Kingdom? “Where did you get all this stuff?” I asked alarmingly.

Jason said as he jiggled the key in the lock. "As if!" Ayesha snorted while chewing yet another gum "The house is Obscured, Maddie. It's a handy sort of magic, the ability to keep objects hidden in plain sight" Maddie wondered what Ayesha meant by this until she looked towards the sidewalk and watched as a group of shoppers stared at a widow's display of clothes in a boutique, and moved their eyes to the pastries shop on the other side of the Manor, as if the Manor didn't exist.

I was starting to wonder if I had climbed in on the wrong level when I found a door at the end of the hall standing half open, faint blue light leaking out across the floor. I should have walked past it. Marcus wasn’t going to be sitting behind an unlocked door with the thing cracked open for me. But the climber in me had never once met a space it didn’t want to look inside of, and the light was the wrong color, and five seconds to take a peek wouldn’t hurt. I poke my head in through the crack. It was a long, narrow room, shelved floor to ceiling. Every shelf was full of objects that immediately struck me as magical in quality.