Andrew Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

Her sniffling drew the attention of the witches, and they stared at them for a bit before returning to more urgent matters. "Of what?" "Julian. When he finds out about Ethan," April explained through her sobs. "Julian loves you. Nothing will ever change that—" He would have said more to comfort her, but his attention was stolen by the witches again as they took their places around the pentagram. Andrew took off his shirt and stepped inside the protective circle, facing away from the witches, so they could see the words to the unbinding spell etched on his back. They'd stolen it from Rosalie's coven, and it was one of the many reasons they cast her out.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

She snorted. “I hardly did enough to qualify as a terror Lilith and you know it.” “Oh, is that why you filled that Count’s ink pot with rooster blood? Or glued that Iowan Judge’s wig to his head when he refused to let your friend out on bail that one time?” I cackled and Ivan rolled his eyes. “Or the wedding disaster of your great Aunt because somebody decided he could fire the planner and run the occasion himself since there was absolutely nothing that required such an… insufferably stupid fop. Isn’t that how you’d put it Ivy?”

“Shoot! That’s right. You said something about a Monday night class.” “The course catalog calls it “Studies in Local Ecology,’” she explains, offering me a glass of chardonnay. I nod my appreciation as she finds her seat and continues. “But it’s more like 'Witchcraft 101.' Some of us jokingly call it 'Wicca for Dummies.'" Antigone snorts. “Sorry,” she coughs, taking another swallow of chardonnay before attempting to eat another butter-sauteed chanterelle. Rainy pats her back in comfort.

My legs still weren’t responding and my upper body felt like it wasn’t even there at all. “I wish that was the case Stephanie. I…” I trail of not able to complete my statement. “Is it Andy?” She asks and I stay silent for a while. “I think she is a witch” I blurt, looking up at the ceiling not wanting to see her reaction. She scoffs and lets out a little laugh “That is not news, everyone in high school knew Andy was weird in some way, and the reason she bullied people so much” She states with a shrug and my head whips towards her, a frown gracing my face as I tried to understand her words.

She added hesitantly. Ordinary witches weren't powerful and could perform only basic spells. I knew a little about them. Like in the werewolf world, weak witches were looked down upon and didn’t have high social status, living their lives like ordinary people. I could sense her fear of rejection and of being looked down upon. "I'm an Omega wolf." I replied, hoping to make her feel good, and it did work. She relaxed. "You know, Royal Academy provides great opportunities to people like us. I want to get a good job after graduating from here." She stated.

"The most powerful witch in the town is Lord Loucas, he owns the funeral home downtown. He is a bone witch, as most are in his coven. The rest of us are good for fortune telling and some protection spells or jars." "Well, he was the most powerful in town. Now you are here! So, amongst us all, the title is yours. Are you in any coven? We would love to have you in ours!" Rachel blurts out, not holding back her excitement one bit. I was never in a coven. Not officially, that is. I was always working with my boys, raising them and teaching them, training them to the best of my ability. We are a team, but i never really saw us as a coven.

Human aren't enslaved well maybe just a little, at the age of 16 all human get tested mentally and divided to categories: Dom/Sub, Daddy/Little, Mommy/little, Master/Pet, Master/slave. Today is my 17 birthday well it's the mark of my me being born as human 17 years ago , but on my ID I'm not even one. My name is Sophia Vitale, and I'm a vampire and a little, I belong to my daddy and Dom Dimitri Vitale. We both go to Doms&Littles Academy. It's a school where you learn how to be a good sub depending on your category, it's also where you meet doms. I met my daddy one year ago and I became his little princess.

His wolf enjoyed it though. Andrew was reminded of another problem if he decided to follow his father's will, where would he start from? He didn't know shit about witchcraft or how witches operated. Maybe he'd speak to Larry and they could begin their research on the prophecy. He hadn't even spoken to them yet about their stand on things. He'd been too angry to read the room. He didn't even know what the pack members thought. His head spun with so many thoughts that his wolf urged him to forget about it and enjoy the run. Andrew agreed and let his wolf lead him. After all, they were in his Territory.