Magical Doll Novels & Stories

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** “YOU can't dance with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell“... Ella *** AMBER *** Right now I'm standing in front of the porch. Part of me is telling me to run away from everything and never come back but another part of me is telling me to face my demons. I can't believe that I'm now an orphan and that I've lost both parents. I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. After weighing all the pros and cons in my mind, I finally decided to knock. I was hesitant at first but then I took another step by opening up the door.

"We have examined the remains of the cursed doll destroyed by Luna Lyara and Young Alpha Rowan," said the Investigation Leader, breaking the tense silence in the room. "The doll was not merely a vessel for magic, but the centerpiece of a large-scale ritual. Its material consisted of layers of ritual cloth, preserved blood fibers, and high-level binding magic." "What kind of binding magic are you referring to?" asked Alpha Garren, his voice heavy yet urgent. The Research Leader from the Silvergrove pack responded, "Soul-binding magic. But more than that—we discovered that the doll had been used to manipulate collective memory and alter the structure of spiritual bond energy. In other words, i

So he started searching its bag for any anti-spells portions while the Centaur’s arrows were randomly flying towards their direction without hitting anyone in one in particular. Dike finally found the portion that can be used to destroy enchantment on the Centaur. This portion is made of some special leaves that destroy divinations and enchantments. The oracle gave them in case if a spell was cast on any of them by any witch or mysterious creature during their journey. So the first time they are to use the anti-Spell was on a Centaur though they still have a long journey to go. Some of the warriors argued that it would be a waste of their portion to use it on the Centaur when they could just

“Mother said when you check everything inside, you’ll understand.” I nodded and carried it to the small table where I could perform spells. Finnian moved closer but kept silent, his gaze dark and curious. I opened the bag. Inside were herbs wrapped in old cloth, two small stones that shimmered faintly under the candlelight, and something that caught my attention immediately, a small wooden warrior doll, tied with a red cloth. The moment I touched it, I felt the pulse of old magic. Mother’s magic. “This one,” I whispered. “This will do," I took a small knife and walked closer to Daze.

They heard the girl cry as she exited the house. When they guessed that she had disappeared, they began to pull the door in an attempt to open it and find their way out, but it remained tightly cleaving onto the wall. "Hey! This is a spell to keep us locked up in this hut for as long as she wishes," explained Okayo. "I have an idea. To break a spell, you must know its causative agent. This doll is it. Let's crush it." "An idea worth trial," commended Okech. They checked around to see whether they would spot a hard object like a stone to use for breaking the doll, but they saw none." They remained standing idle, unaware of their next chances.

The younger Fae, Jessie, is crouched down in front of me. "A baby dragon!" She exclaims before picking me up. Before I realize it, I'm gently hugged to her chest. I'm impressed. I didn't think children could be so careful with their handling. "And he is so cute! Watch his midnight scales—he is a fire dragon!" "Put it down!" Alina shouts. "You don't know where it's been! It could bite off your fingers, and I sense strange magic radiating from it!" Strange magic? Oh, maybe I have some demonic powers left?

There was also a skull here. “Its not real” my eyes moved towards Alyana only to find her watching me. “The decoration is for appearances purpose. The dolls we use it to break magic and curses. The potions” she pointed towards the colorful drinks. “Those are for the healing process and to wipe out memories” she explained. “That room over there” I looked towards my right and sure enough there was a dark room over there. “It is to create hallucinations. We send our enemies over there or the one’s who tried to harm us. Once they step inside, they will not return the same” she explained.

Jenny points upwards and Leila’s gaze follows her fingers to see a tattered doll, several of them with black wooden pins lodged into their abdomen hung all around the top of the fence. “Where those here the last time you came?” “I’m not sure, why, is it a problem?” “A big one. Those aren’t just any dolls, they’re fortification charms. The moment we cross into the camp, no form of magic will work. I think they did this after your last visit. If we dare go in, we won’t be coming out, my vanishing spell won’t help either.” Leila frowns and clenches her fist, her eyes filled with sorrow as she stares into the camp, catching a glimpse of one of the large tents she thinks Amara might be in.

“My precious child is more beautiful than a doll like you.” The being didn’t respond and stared silently at her. Tyr pulled away from the doll and turned around her back. Leering at the being, she said, “I don’t care what you did, bring my child’s soul back to me.” The being knelt down, heeding her command before a static suddenly happened, indicating the being trying to get out from the dark space. The surrounding shook violently as it tried to get out, and finally, after literally making a mess of the spatial magic around the looming darkness, the being escaped.

“Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.” Confused, London swirled in a multitude of colours in her soul lamp. Wanda couldn't blame her. However, she enjoyed the brilliant content creator’s reaction as she manipulated the memory rewriting that start