Magical Doll Novels & Stories

"I wish Dimitri would have just kicked his ass out of Bull Creek." Ezra just nodded. "Dimitri seems a man given to second chances." "That he is." Josh cocked his head as he squinted over at Ezra. "Back to Erin, have you seen her exhibit magic?" With an uplift of his chin, Ezra pointed to the doll being choked by Erin's arm. "I think that doll is part of her magic," he said. "I'm not sure how, but somehow, those two are connected, and I highly doubt the doll possesses magic."

Alex cut his finger with his fingernail, squeezed out a little blood and dripped it on a paper doll, activating the Paper Doll Curse of Three Realms. Hermione looked at the throbbing paper doll. “Sir, what’s the name of this doll? I always felt it’s particularly wicked, as if it had jumped out of the three realms and was not inside the five elements. If Master hadn’t given me the Reflective Eye, we would’ve been in the dark and wouldn’t know we were exposed under your surveillance.” Alex concentrated his efforts on controlling the paper doll. He did not answer her question. After a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

If they had stories to tell, they wouldn't be able to tell them. At first, I moved my leg away from the thing (as would anyone, being touched by a walking rag doll), but it was a gentle creature, using the little nub-arms to feel my skin against theirs. All four of us stared at the thing in disbelief. Its spirit was more alive than we initially believed. Sajida suddenly hissed at it, startling everyone. "Chat! Go on, stop bothering her! Go on, get!" The dolls - Pentagram, Triple Moon and Triquetra - scurried away silently and hid in a corner. I saw Pentagram continue to peak out of the shadows at me. I was terrified yet entranced by it; I didn't know what it was.

(Stop, stay in the dusk), ‘she said fiercely, throwing the crushed magical powder over them. Raven and Maddie were frozen in time and their minds were instantly in a twilight zone. The large copper fire bowl was placed on the kitchen table and Moon lit the fire with magic. In turn, different herbs were thrown into the fire. Each herb was accompanied by a powerful spell. It was chanted and repeated three times, it made it extra powerful.

"Marry you?" I look at Damien. He's like a stranger to me. There are tears in his eyes, but his obsession is terrifying. This is not the man I once loved. "Yes," he says eagerly. Hope flickers in his eyes. "Isabella, we can start over." I don't answer. My heart is a frozen wasteland. He lets go of my hand. Pulls a velvet box from his pocket. "This is for you." He opens it. Inside is a breathtaking diamond ring. "The Star of Sicily."

Trust was earned, and we didn't know each other very well. "Hold out your hand, palm facing up." She swallowed, so loud I heard it, but she did as I said. I reached into the pocket of my cobalt maxi dress and took out the obsidian orb. It was a curious object pulsating with magical properties. For all I knew, Abernathy had created it. When I'd pressed him for answers, he wouldn't give them. Typical dragon. He didn't like sharing. "See this?" "Uh-huh," Delilah said, and her voice trembled.

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

I cannot risk Umbra or Jenny draining my magic from me or killing me to get it. I wonder if when my mother died, did she try to take her magic, only to find it was stored somewhere. My mother knew they were coming for her, but she did not fight either. She knew this would happen. My amulet is still around my neck, hanging low against my heart. I close my eyes and imagine my mother's magic. Please, mother, I need your magic to survive this. The amulet breaks free from my body, and my mother's magic spills into me. As the magic begins to take over, my chains break, and I am free.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.