Magical Doll Novels & Stories

Why would he give our baby this hideous monster-looking thing? Wisdom looks at the doll strangely. It's dressed in a long black dress, has long black hair, and a painted white face with black tears running out of one eye. But isn't on the doll's cheek. The doll's mouth is open and the teeth are sharp like razors. She takes it from him and blows it up. "no I didn't and I'm pretty sure Beauden or my grandfather didn't either. Where did you get it from?" Wisdom rubbed her daugther's forehead.

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

The doll was custom made and had a face that was exact replica of Mahira’s face. Mahira somehow managed to look at the doll’s face, to her horror it was indeed a replica of herself in a belly dance costume, only this costume was more skimpy, 'was this some kind of joke?, was this really Tazz’s idea or Sonia’s?,’ she was flabbergasted , the face of the doll was indeed that of hers, she just realised how this ugly guy had just squeezed the doll’s breast, it was equivalent to have done it to her. She thought she’d had enough. “Mr. Goldwyn, you may please carry on with your celebrations, I have another official assignment to deal with,” saying so she turned to leave

At this time, the other person had entered the store, standing in front of a glass case full of porcelain dolls. Oralie followed her and saw that what Selina was staring at was a very beautiful doll. The doll has bright red lips, just like this vampire's red lips. The doll has long, straight brown hair, and her eyes are adorned with green, which is a bright color, but this bright color gives it an extremely cold look. The combination of arrogance and nobility emanating from it was beautiful. The more delicately crafted clothes that brought out that pretentiousness, the more nobility emanated from them.

"Just marrow broth and white rice congee. Kaelen, stop worrying about my breakfast. What did the vanguard find out about Mirelle Ashen?" Before Kaelen could speak, Boyce turned from the window, his voice cutting through the heavy silence like an iron blade. "It wasn't a simple prank, Lyra. The blood-doll left in your children's chamber carried genuine dark magic from a sacrificed pup." A violent jolt of horror struck my chest. My breath caught in my throat, my wolf howling in pure, instinctual agony. "What?"

“Do you think they will come visit us one day? Lara and Dorian? Maybe they’ll bring the girl?” The cat closed its eyes, then opened them again. “No, I don’t think so.” I answered for it. “They’ve already had more than enough magic in their lives.” I looked at Sarah’s doll, which glowed faintly on the shelf. Its green buttons seemed to stare at me, and I could feel her soul struggling, furious, trapped. “You’re going to be here for a long time, dear.” I murmured to the doll. “Until your debt is paid. Until the universe decides you have learned your lesson.”

He took slow steps towards the counter standing behind her. "And what do you suggest, Mr. Sanders? Are you a fan of fantasy?" Amara's voice carried a hint of curiosity, her eyes sparkling with interest. A nostalgic smile crept on the man’s face, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, indeed, my dear. Fantasy has been my constant companion throughout my years spent amidst these shelves of knowledge. There's simply nothing quite like the allure of a well-crafted tale, the intoxicating scent of old parchment, and the boundless worlds they conjure within our imaginations."

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

*Sight* being a child sucks but there is nothing else to do ill have to use my power on you Celea than looked him in the eyes and her eyes went from a very beautiful and rare green colour to pure gold "This Haus belongs to me, this Haus was never for sale, you will erase every trace of its existence" he than hypnotizingly said a short yes and left "Beautiful" that's all she could think of when she entered the villa it was clean and quiet just how she liked it "I´m broke.....Ill have to robe a bank tomorrow" she was thinking when.. *boom* "What the hell, who is bombing near my property?" she looked outside and saw a dragon, well it wasn't an uncommon sight this world was full of mystical cre

And so the wooden dolls has be passed on to the descendants of the clan. If a wrong hand tried to remove the needles in the doll, the clan would die. With every needle they would feel a severe pain and then the last two needle would bring dirt. Because I have the magic of Arkalis, all I need to do is induced Arkalis magic into the dolls as I removed the needles, and no harm would come to the clan. I had the bottle of witch hazel, leaves of vervain and some other minor ingredients. I first started with an unbinding spell, removing the needles from the dolls. Reciting this words;