Magical Doll Novels & Stories

I unlocked the door, kicked it closed with a hip, and dropped the mystery gift on my kitchen table beside a half-eaten sandwich and a week’s worth of wine glasses. Unwrapping it felt ceremonial. The bow slipped free, the lid came off, and nestled in black velvet was a doll. No. Not a doll. A...thing. She was about eighteen inches tall, dressed in a Victorian-style dress with tiny pearl buttons. Porcelain skin, the kind that shimmered faintly when I tilted it under the light. And the eyes— oh god. The eyes. Glass, sure. But too deep and too focused. They were the color of old blood, ringed in hazel. Fixed forward, yet I swore they tracked me. When I tilted the doll slightly, those glossy iris

He handed the pen over to me. I scanned through the document, and of course it had lots of conditions and things I had to do and things I should abstain from. The rules were so damn many; I should please him, I should attend to his sexual needs, and I shouldn’t come in contact with other men. The one I found quite funny was that I shouldn’t fall for him. Why will I even fall for someone who is going to ruin my once peaceful life when I sign the documents? I took in a deep breath and let it all out. My pen hovered over the paperwork, a part of me hating the fact I had to sign the paperwork. My knuckles tightened on the pen, but eventually I had to sign because I really needed to get the one l

He calmly smiles as he listens. “The loop of six.” Emie started, drawing a pentagram of time as she chanted the spell for him to see it for himself. “Winona Bell. The perfect doll is made from the blood of the Maiden, the blood of her creator, and another one. The doll that gave birth to a soul that should not exist. A gift that was given to the Maiden, and soon becomes the child that the crowns took as their child. Her memories are sealed. I want you to open it, Carlos.” Intrigued as he is quenched with the knowledge that is more than what he expects. He smiles, cunningly at that moment, as he asks.

he assured her. “Splendid!” she exclaimed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Now, why don’t you magic us over to the site of my new toy shop as I have a lot of dolls to make and not a lot of time in which to make them.” “Why, yes, of course,” he said, and still holding her hand in his, he added, “right this way, my darling doll maker,” and with a spray of mist and a twist of glitter, they were gone, reappearing just down the road from the square in the middle of Serendipity’s very own doll making operation, with all of the familiar, unfinished friendly faces surrounding her amidst the perfectly positioned paints and paintbrushes, including Lizette Sassafras and Hester Pineyfrock, whom Seren

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

I move forward, recognizing a big rock from before. Twice I fall in the mud, getting smears all down my pajamas. Tears fall down my face. I can't find my dolly. Magic. I'll use it to call my toy to me. Momma says I'm not to use magic, that I'm still a baby. But I'm not. This will show her that I'm ready. I take my thumb out of my mouth and hold both palms up. The magic feels like bee stings, but I don't mind. Soon I'll have my dolly back.

I commented while chuckling at last. "What was so strange about it? Of course, someone from the inside helped her. There is no way she could have done it all alone. These walls are made up of Magic insulators. Even if she could have used her spells, there was no chance she could have broken through the prison from the inside." He started while stretching the back of his head. My eyes widened when he started talking about magic and spells, so I turned to him and asked, "How do you know she knew spells and magic?" I asked him to extract as much information as I could.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

"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?"