Akko My Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry; I just wanted to be clear." "You did, and you did it well. I'll respond right away. Whether I joined a cult or a demonic organization, these are my personal issues, so don't try to get any clarifications. Whether you like it or not, this is who I am. To be honest, I am a witch, and I can prove it to you," she admitted as she looked at her. She could see that her last words frightened her, but she still did it. When she flicked her fingers, fire appeared at the tip of her fingers.

Of course, I had planned to refrain from doing that at Magic Academy, but screw it; life is short. Why pretend to be tamed and gathered when this place might accept me for who I am—witch and wicked, incredibly witted. Excitement bubbles up within me. "Okay, tell me! I want to know everything!"

The students weren't in their rows; they were gathered in a massive, suffocating circle around the professor’s podium, whispering in hushed, terrified tones. "Where is the lecturer?" I asked a nearby Alpha student, my brow furrowing. "What exactly is going on? Why is there so much chaos?" The student turned to me, his eyes wide with frantic excitement. "The professor is running late, but everyone is gathered at the front because there’s a traveling rogue witch passing through the quadrant. She was sent by the professor to show us practical aspect, and build our interest before we start the bulky workload of this course." The student said, but I only nodded. I was very uninterested.

"They will get answers." "And the pack?" "They will get justice." Kade looked at me and his voice was quiet. "She is a witch." "I know." "She was avenging Salem." "I know." "She is not going to stop." I looked at the dark trees and the falling snow and the sky. "I know," I said. The walk back to the academy was long and the snow was deep and the silence was heavy. I thought about the witch and her black eyes and her sharp smile. I thought about Salem and the betrayal and the wolves who had turned their backs. I thought about Cressida and her dark hair and her dark eyes and the way she looked at me like I was something precious.

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

The elders specified in the respective field will be the headmasters of the following respective fields. It was compulsory for the witches and wizards who chose to live a life like mundane to send their children to the academy. Bullying is not allowed in school. The academy will be near the coven place. After all the academy discussion, we discuss the witches' rules who wanted to live a mundane life. Those rules are as follows: 1. They are not allowed to use magic in front of human beings. 2. It is compulsory to attend a meeting held by the coven once a year.

"Okay, okay , Dianacia nodded as she waited in the circle of doom . I flipped through the pages of the book but before I could get a hold of how to break the spell, a large wind came whirling around and flipped the book out of my hands to the ground, all efforts made to reach the book was fruitless and then suddenly the wind turned into the almighty Greta, the dreaded one . “Hello Children, " Greta said .

She had gotten a hint at what direction the person or thing was standing so she stood facing the same direction while trying to see if she could see her or it clearly. "The audacity! I am the queen.." She began to speak before she trailed off as Lucia interrupted her rudely. . "The queen of what?" Lucia asked, as hair began to grow on her body, while long claws popped out. The sounds of her bones cracking sounded in the quiet room as she was in the process of shifting. "The queen of the witches! And who are you? A measly witch. Even your mother dare not speak to me in the manner in which you have spoken to me."

"That's your first real graduation, Bastian. Now teach the others." The Academy's first public demonstration came three months later. Parents, pack leaders, skeptics, and supporters gathered to watch these unusual students display their progress. The witch-blooded girl made flowers bloom in winter soil. The phoenix descendants created a coordinated fire display that painted stories in the air. The rare wolves showed abilities that defied traditional classification.

“Not yet.” I stopped. Rafael laughed. Actually laughed. I turned toward the library. “Not funny!” The doors closed. Outside, the academy was unusually quiet. Most students were still talking about the full moon, Evan and me. Mostly me. I had learned several new facts about myself today. Apparently I was secretly a witch. Or a rogue. Or half human and half wolf. One particularly creative student had decided I was a vampire. I wasn't entirely sure vampires existed. At Wolf Academy, I was no longer willing to ask. Rafael walked beside me. Not in front. Not behind. Beside. I appreciated that. His shoulder brushed mine. His heartbeat changed. One beat faster. I smiled.