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Wish Upon A Doughnutfruit

doe.

by liezelotte8
Dozens: Yummy Yummy in My Tummy!

In which the Candy MP is born!

by mandy_wong
Trouble in Paradise: Wraiths

The benefits definitely outweigh the consequences here.

by chasing_stars44
Randome Oddness: Magic & Curses

Mwuahahahaha

by mistyqee
NeoPaper: Cursed Sneezles

Magic makes it a tad more fun, right?

by mbredboy31
Spyders Can't Fly

Poof

by shoyru_lover713
I don't have neopoints

how about magical mortogs?

Collab with tonyrichard

by dinha_reeves

Countdown to...

coming soon to neopia near you...

by welikedots
Just mutant things vol. 6

Beware of witches who use Sloth's recipes.

by jacquelineramrez
The Magical Misadventures of Super Attack Pea

Looks like it's beyond The Point of No Return now.

Collab with _aragorn_

by joslucca3000

Hexed

Petpets can't actually curse their owners... Right...?

by bobtehcat1
Darkest Corner: Levitate!~

............l

by dark_elfa
 
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"Regar and the Potion " by butterflybandage
The light from the fire was just bright enough to illuminate Regar’s desk. The parchments were rolled up onto each other, the wet ink smearing at the corners. The fire also shone an orange light onto the other fixtures of Regar’s home: the tall bookshelf filled with every magic book under the sun, potions that had been passed down from masters to apprentices for thousands of years, specimens that seemed to move when just out of eyeshot, a rusty kettle atop an old wooden end table, a thick shaggy coat that hung on the wall beside an intricate walking stick, and, finally, a musty cot, taken from an abandoned cabin and covered with moss to add comfort. This little cot was where Regar rested, the uncomfortable bed the place he laid his head to collect his thoughts. Regar was old. He had taught many wizards and wizardesses over the years, and his antiquated teaching methods were becoming less and less sought after. These days, everyone wanted to be a ninja or a pirate or—Fyora forbid—a beauty contestant. Regar didn’t quite understand when the world had changed, but it did—and it was sudden, inexplicable, unforgiving. Time used to morph and bend at Regar’s will, but now it couldn’t quite seem to give him a chance to catch up.




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Paranoia
Danner leaned on his desk and rubbed his temples, hoping to coax his blasting headache away. A tiny trail of steam from a piping hot cup of tea wafted slowly toward his head, imparting a most metallic and bitter scent. He did not particularly enjoy tea, let alone this mauled abomination that the castle's potion-master had brewed for him, but it did work for its intended purpose, presumably.

by likelife96

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The Neovian Fortune Teller
Although Rascan knew the way, he always felt lost in the Haunted Woods....

by k3l26

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Science with the Seekers: The Magic of Motes
Mote magic is unlike anything else in Neopia...

Also by amarettoball

by parody_ham


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Cursed Items for Every Budget!
Looking to extract revenge on that Usul who trounced yours in the Beauty Contest? Did your arch-rival sneak off with the latest restock from Kauvara? Have you been considering revenge for seemingly endless months, waiting for the right method to present itself? Well, I’m pleased to inform you that there are a variety of cursed items available to fit every Neopian’s budget!

by alissiee

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King Altador's Substitute:Part Four
Eventually, Queen Nera managed to fix everything. The small yooyu island had been fully repaired, the Hall of Heroes ceiling was fixed, the altachucks had been found and returned to their cages, and everything seemed to be in order, finally.

by trishabeakens

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The Curse of the Impatient Seamstress
Justine smiled brightly as she surveyed her sewing room. It was immaculate. Not only was it immaculate, but it was filled with only the finest equipment and materials available. She shrugged the bag on her shoulder off and sat it down on her table next to her sewing machine. She pulled out the pattern she had just bought and sat it down on the table. She had promised herself that she would finish this dress before morning, and she wasn’t ready to break her promise to herself.

by rocksysmom



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