Magical Closet Novels & Stories

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.

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.

If it's not magic, they must. There were figures in the distance - three or four in white robes with sparkling gold and a crest of some kind of foreign metal at the collar, reflecting the light. They filed into a room and the two huge doors closed behind them without so much as a sound. 'Silent, but how?' her lips moved but she kept the words inside of her. 'That is the strangest part of all this. Magic I can understand, or "not magic" - whatever, but how can it be that all of this is so outdated and yet...' she pushed the door to the bedroom open wide with a note of the lack of so much as a small creek, 'not an ounce of disrepair.'

Let's move slowly until you can grab the cloak, Biel said in a hurry. I couldn't see anything that was happening outside the air bubble because the purple smoke was so thick that it was impossible to see anything; however, we walked slowly until we bumped into the boxes, and I hurriedly grabbed the cloak. I recognized my father's magic immediately and realized that the cloak was the most powerful divine object of all. Don't let them see you took the cloak, Drago said. I put the cloak away in the magical hiding place quickly and made sure the grimoire was very close, which I did by putting the locket around my neck and hiding it inside my shirt. By the time I hid everything, I heard a scream

While the hope was still there, Ru realized she may have deflated her mother’s spirits just a little bit. “Do you think you’ll need a cloak as well?” “Yes,” Maggie admitted, “but not from the Keepers. There is a white magic cloaking spell as well that will hide us from the Reapers, demons, and other evil entities, but not the Keepers or angels.” “Can you send me that, too?” The thought of someone harming her father because he no longer wanted to be a Reaper was unsettling at best. “I will.” Her mother let out a deep sigh. “Ru, thank you.”

It wasn't just a closet; it was a miniature wonderland overflowing with treasures fit for a princess. Two large, mirrored doors adorned the exterior, reflecting the playful chaos within. Stepping inside, I felt like I'd entered a boutique specifically designed for royalty. Floor-to-ceiling shelves housed a seemingly endless collection of dresses, each more dazzling than the last. Sparkling tiaras, shimmering wings, and fluffy tutus hung neatly on chrome hangers, their shimmering fabric catching the sunlight streaming through the window. On the opposite wall, a rainbow of brightly colored shoes lined up in perfect rows, each pair adorned with glittery embellishments or playful pom-poms. A plu

And froze. “Oh.” I gasped. The closet was enormous. Not just big. Ridiculously enormous. Rows of dresses. Shoes. Bags. Jewelry. Perfumes. Everything was arranged perfectly by colour and style like something out of a luxury magazine. I blinked slowly. “He did this?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. I was surprised. Because somehow, between kidnapping me emotionally and ruining my life, Zayden had apparently found time to fill an entire closet for me. I stared at the clothes for another second before stepping inside.

I have protected this house with many spells so no one will enter here behind my back and try to get the bodies, that death weapon or magical relics. Crossing many obstacles, unlocking many magical doors, performing many small yet powerful safety magic with chants of latin words, I finally reached the dark room of the house which was dust like my life. Dark. Nothing can be seen. I huffed at that depressing thought tiredly and raised my hand in the air slowly, snapped my finger only to illuminate the whole room with bright light. Even though it was a room, It was a magical room. It had sky in it, trees, grass and butterflies.

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.