Magical Doll Novels & Stories

"No more than I could pull you out of your body. Once Jenny is knocked loose from her host body, she will go back into the doll. I can't remove her from there either, I've tried. Our best option is to trap her back in the doll and then put her in back in the Vault." Furniture crashed inside, and all four of them turned to look. "If we can get her out back in the garden, Naia may be able to help," Abella offered. "She has magic, right?" "Sounds like we have a job to do," Mike muttered. "How do we get her outside?"

“Because I felt like it, anyway, can you now help me rescue my friend before your kind kill her?” “What is it?” Dylan asks, “the second prince caused you troubles?” “He kidnapped my friend and I need to rescue her.” “Do you have anything of her on you, I can cast a spell that can determine if she is alive or not.” “Um… well, here," she hands Dylan a seashell, “handle it with care that is my precious gift.” “I will do so,” Dylan says, he had casted the spell before a magical line appears to the shell, “seems your friend is still alive, if you follow the thread, you will, find her.”

The smoke hissed. For a heartbeat, it thinned, ember-lines shuddering. He felt the structure of the magic—Devilcraft, sharp and elegant and cruel, threaded with the burn of the bond. It was tied into the mark at her neck, anchored in her heartbeat, woven through the cross and the circle on the floor. A whole system, designed to hold. He pushed a little harder. Agony lanced up his arms. The ward hissed at him, recognising foreign magic, but he didn’t try to unmake it. Instead, he worried at the edges, loosening the tension by a fraction.

I know in time all this training would come in handy if any situation would arise and will find myself in between. He wasn’t here, of course. But words may travel much more quickly than any disease, and he’ll know about my fight. That I wasn’t just any porcelain doll used for display only. Fragile and precious that always needed protection. I am not just an ordinary pet doll. I position myself in the middle of the ring, squaring my stance. The bell tolled and I braced myself as my opponent delivers the first move. This doll will fight and will win no matter what.

Naomi The wooden boards of the seaside promenade creak under my restless steps, sending a symphony of eerie echoes into the night. God, it’s unsettling. In my hand, I’m holding a small figurine - Odette, now transformed into a solid stone by dark magic. My dark magic. I can’t help but trace the intricate dips and curves of the figurine with my fingers, feeling every detail of what I’ve done.

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

Hearing me, her face lit up and she said smilingly, " thank you so much. Thank you." Saying that she pulled my both beard filled cheeks like I am a baby and smiled.What the hell she just did!! I become frozen in my place. She pulled the beast's cheeks!! This time she giggled and ran towards the mansion quickly. And here I am standing with my racing heart, mind and soul. I am done for sure!! Why she acted so cute!! The devil inside me said, " See, she is a fucking magician. She changed your mind so quickly!!. I said angrily, " Just shut up. She is not a magician. She is mine. My doll".

It was evening by the time when Gray was done with the meeting. "Hayley, I knew I would find you here," he said to me smiling. "Gray," I said, reaching into the tool box, but I hesitated. "I see you found the tools," he said, laughing playfully. "Gray, do you know what this is?" I asked, showing him the doll. His face registered a confused look. "It's like a doll. Did you make it?" He stared at me still puzzled by my horrified expression. "That's the point Gray, I didn't make this. And this isn't just any type of doll. This is a magically spelled doll capable of eavesdropping wherever it is placed. I found this deeply rooted in a tile in my bedroom. Any ideas how it got there?"

He stopped and a purple-pinkish spell circle appeared in front of him. "Bloodline Magic: Marionette Master-M.M!" he called forth, activating the spell circle that summoned an adorable human-looking girl that looked to be the same age as Julian. The doll had light blonde hair kept in twin-tails tied at the back of her head. Her attire consisted of a cute sweets-themed lolita style dress with added accessories. "M.M? No way...?! Is that really the same doll as before?" There was a legit reason for Mai's skepticism, seeing how the last time Julian introduced them to M.M she resembled more of a doll and less like a human.