Andrew Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

Seeing the fear in their eyes, Leila was dumbfounded as she wondered why they thought it was Amaya and not her. 'Did they think that that old witch could talk to people calmly and softly?' she asked herself inwardly only to feel a punch from inside. She bowed her head immediately. 'Who the hell are you calling an old witch?' Amaya voiced out in Leila's head. "You of course. You are the old witch," Leila's wolf replied inside her head too. Knowing that a fight might break out between the two, Leila rolled her eyes as she shut them up not caring what would happen to the two of them as long as they did not hurt her at all.

Your spirit will feed my magic and will make me the most powerful witch in these lands. Ryan shifts back, hiding Ice. The witch laughs. - Do you think I need to see your wolf to get his spirit out of you? Waving his hands, all the lamps in the house lit up. Ryan looks around and sees many bottles, some with liquids, others with powders, and others with things he didn't even want to know what they were. The witch started mumbling words he didn't understand. In seconds, the tone of her voice increased. In minutes, she was screaming words Ryan didn't understand.

“Now you are free, what are you gonna do?” “Hit me? Have sex with Richard again to get me expelled?” Stacy scoffed. “You can tell me , it’s just me and you here Stephanie.” “How was the sex? How hard did you sleep with him to get you an A?” I couldn’t believe the disgusting thoughts Stacy had. She thought I slept with Mr Richard to get an A while I was battling to stay awake all through the night? “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I said to them, taking a few steps away from them in an attempt to leave. Stacy grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“But I’m all she’s got.” The vision ended. The book in my hands glowed, waiting. And I sat there—confused, overwhelmed, and more emotionally unstable than a werewolf during PMS. "...She left me homework?" “Technically, a legacy,” Mr. Yellow called from above. “But yeah. Homework.” The ant council peered down from a ceiling crack. “We voted. You’re officially the witch’s heir. Condolences.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands. “I don’t even like magic. I failed basic enchantment theory! I still can’t shift! I eat canned beans and I talk to celery!”

He turned to the Little Witch and said, "What's the benefit of participating in the competition between the North and South Academies?" The Little Witch said, "The top ten participants of the competition between the North and South Academies can take a bath in the small spirit spring next to the Tortoise Spirit Spring."

“Okay. But another thing: I don’t want to hide my real identity from your people.” “Our people. They will know you’re a witch.” “And if they hate me for being one...” “I will protect you from them,” I said right away. “Good. I want to continue studying.” “You will transfer to the university inside the territory because I’m not going to allow you to drive three to four hours every day to go to school. Nor will I allow you to stay in the dormitory. You go to school, and you go home at night... to me.” “Come home to you... I can do that.”

I realize tears are streaming down my face and I wipe them with the sleeve of my shirt. “What did you need these for?” Andrew asks before handing the list to James. I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Because I am part fucking witch and I need to learn how to control my powers, or I am going to blow up the whole fucking pack. But there is only one book about witches, and it is a children’s book, and it is checked out.” James kicks his feet up on the bar, “Which children’s book?” “The Werewolf and the Witch, or something like that.” I mutter.

Lucien began to swing us, “well for one I am now alpha. My inner wolf knows this and will produce at least one heir. Two, you have witch blood in you making it 10x more likely that all of our children will all be wolves. I blinked, “did you say I have witch blood in me? Are you crazy?” Lucien chuckled, “sometimes I think so. Your aunt had a gift with herbs and she was able to communicate with us in our wolf forms. She sensed you had powers but doubted you were ever told about them. Her sister your grandmother thought the gift was evil.” I swallowed, “I have no powers, I have no talents at all.” Lucien shook his head, “it’s not about powers, it’s more about talents. She couldn’t turn people i

I remarked, and we continued walking down the hallway. “Yeah, that could be possible. Ford Herrera did mention there were werewolves who enrolled in this academy. Maybe witches and vampires are here, too, studying with human kids.” My girl thoughtfully let out and went near a particular locker. I remembered it was hers back in the day. Where was mine located again? Nah, I don’t even remember the fudging number.