Name For Magic Shop Novels & Stories

Only people like me who keep people at arm’s length spend their adolescence alone. Olivia’s shop was a little foreboding from the outside. The building sits alone on a vacant lot, with tattered black tapestries covering the windows with a worn sign hanging from the dilapidated porch roof that read, “Olivia’s House of Magic.” The sign being the only thing that brought the [lace to light. Just passing by it, you would think it was just an old, abandoned house. Xander pulled into the empty lot, parking across from the only car, having to belong to Olivia herself. We all three exited the car and made our way into the shop together, Xander holding the door for us before following us in.

I gave it a thought and shrugged, might as well I've got nothing better to do and all the time in the universe to do it. I enter through a portal arriving in a small wooded area with numerous homes scattered throughout. I scowl at the nature that is being destroyed for the housing developments. I change my clothing with a swipe of my hand and walk down a hard concrete road, curious about where I was. I see small shops in the distance and transport besides a red brick building. Turning the corner I scan the names of the stores and grin when I recall the name of one Mary's Mystic Arts, I chuckle remembering the old woman Mary that owned the establishment, she was a card. I enter, the bell abov

But somehow, she couldn't take her eyes off it. Rosabella looked up quietly, and this shop was called "Sales of Time." It's a weird name inside of her. Everyone knows that time is priceless and never recovered after it's over. And this store dares to name it part-time. Sell something so priceless, is that okay? So the person who bought it, what's the price?

One smile and she knew that man was a goner. "You’ll be going straight to Lord Bernie then?" Ashlan and Pearl were both merchants in a way. Except Pearl sells mythical creatures and he sells fresh bread and some magical totems. It was a strange combination, of course, just like his shop. It was amazing and creepy at the same time. It was the kind of shop you wondered about, that you felt your soles move toward as if there upon a shelf was a piece of your own life puzzle.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

"Like a New Age shop? But those aren't really magic... right?" "Sometimes they are. You have to ask the right questions, though." I frown. "Have you heard anything back from The Guild? Maybe they could help us." He turns his phone on, which he's been keeping off to conserve the battery. "No. Which is really weird." He looks up and down the street. "Let's ask around and see if we can find a place." We wander the town for close to an hour, asking locals if they know of any magic shops. Most of them just give us strange looks, but a woman finally tells us about a "crystal and herb" store she knows about.

Catherine came out of the hug and looked at Chloe's beautiful face. "Good to see you too," Chloe said. "Let's get inside," His aunt welcomed them inside and she asked the people to leave after putting a sign that the shop is closed for today. "Looks like your business is going fine," Marcus says. "Yes, some people come here for health issues, some for love potions and to increase their vitality in bed, and others come here to know their future," she said and led them to the living room. Like a typical mage house, there were a lot of mystic items on the shelves and the smell of sage is heavy in the room.

I pulled the truck into the small parking lot. The store looked like one of those hippy bong stores. I jumped out then stuffed my wallet in my back pocket. Remi walked with me to the door. As soon as we entered, the strong smell of herbs and other plants overwhelmed my nostrils. Remi split away from me as I browsed the numerous shelves. They were laden with glass apparatus, herbs, plants, crystals, gems, chicken feet, and a host of other items. It was the biggest magical supply emporium in the west. I was sure it had something to do with being so close to a major nexus point.

I was calling the pack house home now, I guessed. “Before we head back, do you think that we’d be able to stop in bloodmoon?” I asked, spotting a witch’s shop that had poisons and potions in the window. “If you’re fighting my father, I need to stock up on supplies to help you guys out.” They glanced at each other, and then Asher clenched his jaw and nodded. “Be quick.” Not having to be told twice, I hurried across the street and toward Witch’s Brew, which looked to be a magic shop with golden-accented windows. I glanced into the door window, then walked into the black-mystical atmosphere.

Since I grew up confined to a single place, I wasn’t even aware that a place like this existed, let alone in plain sight. “Stay close,” Knight urges me, snapping me out of my head. “And don’t look anyone in the eye.” Nodding, I keep my gaze fixed ahead, taking in the many stands and shops that line the streets. They all vary from magical goods to hex objects to organs, and I don’t dare question where they came from. Why I thought that asking a mage for help was a good idea was beyond me, but as much as I wanted to turn and run, I forced myself to keep moving forward until we reached a small shop on the corner of the street.