Magical Closet Novels & Stories

I made it straight to his closet. Sensor lights i'mmediately came on and I felt my jaw drop. It was a walk in closet. A his and hers closet. But the hers side seemed bigger and the clothes that hung everywhere seemed brand new. Rows of dresses and shelves of shoes. A marbled island in the middle and a see through glass counter top.

Rings, crafted with ancient symbols and powerful enchantments, seemed to pulse with energy when she touched them. Magical trinkets were scattered throughout the wardrobe, adding an extra touch of wonder. Tiny glass vials held ethereal mists, capturing the essence of dreams and granting a momentary escape to far-off lands. Enchanted hairpins adorned with miniature stars emitted a soft, celestial glow when placed in one's locks. A mirror, framed in glistening silver, possessed the ability to reveal hidden truths and reflect the wearer's inner beauty. The mirror was magical; it would show a person in the clothes they imagine wearing. Beside the clothes already present in the wardrobe, the wardr

I would be fucked without them, but I never had to be without them. “The instructions look simple enough. I just use the Toslati and draw these two sigils. It should fill the closet with clothing for me.” I was surprised when it actually worked. I looked through the clothes in amazement. They were all my size and a variety of styles. Well, damn. Ezra was right that magic could be nifty. “Okay, perhaps magic has its perks. Why don’t you pick something for me while I do your closet?” I suggested.

Others spat when they thought he wasn’t looking. He barely cared. What gnawed at him wasn’t their doubt. It was his own shadow — twitching at his heels like a chained beast straining for freedom. He closed himself in a narrow chamber carved into the wall, once a storeroom, now abandoned. The air was thick with dust. He sat cross-legged on the floor, shadows pooled around him, and tried again. “Obey me,” he whispered. The words felt foolish, but the magic didn’t respond to silence. The shadows rippled like water disturbed by stones. He stretched out his hand and willed them to form a blade.

I asked, still using the other door to block their view. “Why?” Abby came up behind me, and I opened both doors wide. “Because this is a magic closet. Follow me.” I waved them forward, and we walked through my bedroom, down the hall, and down the stairs. “You have another house in your closet?” Shelly’s words were filled with awe. She turned to Rick. She elbowed him. “We can barely afford the one and she has a huge house in a closet.” I laughed and winked down at Abby. “Come on, I have someone I want you to meet.” I held out my hands and she lifted her arms.

But as she walked further into the space, she noticed another door, slightly ajar, leading to what looked like an additional room. Curious, she pushed it open and stepped inside. Her eyes widened, and she stood there for a moment, speechless. It was a walk-in closet—an enormous, luxurious walk-in closet that seemed like it belonged in a fashion magazine. The walls were lined with shelves and racks filled with clothes, shoes, and accessories, all perfectly organized and displayed. There were soft lights above each section, illuminating the rows of designer clothing and shoes that filled the space.

The brick shimmered and gradually the bricks faded, revealing a hidden enclave. I entered the hidden chamber, a secret space for me to practice my magic and create new potions and spells. The wall shimmered and closed behind me, I am now enclosed in a protected space, shielded by a cloaking spell. No one can find me here, because this room does not exist. Not to the naked eye or to any locating spell. Unlike my spotless bedroom, this hidden chamber is messy. Spellbooks piled up high on the desk and spilling onto the floor, floor to ceiling shelves filled to the brim with potions and jars of various sizes and abundant magical knick knacks littered whichever space available.

I rubbed my damp hair, looking around for my suitcase, when a sudden ‘ding’ behind me made me turn. “What look shall we go for today?” Mirabel asked sweetly, already gliding over to a wall panel. “What do you mean?” She pressed a button, and the entire wall slid aside to reveal a walk-in closet that was easily bigger than my room back at the safehouse, and looked more like an upscale boutique than a closet that belonged in a person’s room. It had shelves full of shoes, racks of clothes sorted by color and texture, and glass drawers full of jewelry and perfumes.

The chandeliers didn’t work, and there wasn’t any moonlight from outside streaming through the currently non-existent windows. “What are we doing?” I whispered, not missing how he kept peering over his shoulder down the hall as if checking to see if anyone was there. He held a finger to his lips and pointed to a door before he reached for it and opened it. “Wasn’t that locked?” “Yes,” he responded in a low tone. “Another royalty perk. We can bypass magical security.” “Doesn’t it leave a trace?” I remembered that from one of my classes too. “Not these, no.” He urged me inside a room filled with rows upon rows of shelves littered with all kinds of vials of all shapes, sizes and filled with all