Andrew Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

I whimpered, my head falling back against his shoulder. “I… I want to… to learn, Professor,” I stuttered, trying desperately to focus, to form coherent words. Each thrust of his fingers made my vision blur. “Learn what, little bird?” he murmured, his voice a low growl, his fingers moving deeper, faster. He pulled one finger out, then slammed it back in, hitting a spot that made me cry out. “The classics? The romantics? Or something… more visceral?”

Well, the movies weren’t the same as Arthris College because this was a place that suffocated the living life out of someone, making it hard to properly have freedom due to the relentless lectures, assignments that included projects, and lastly the burden of having to buy one textbook after another. “Claudia, can you please explain to me how Peterson Edward died in the play, ‘Finding Love’?” Mr. Andrew, my professor, inquired as he pointed his index finger at me in front of the many students present in the lecture hall. Mr. Andrew is 6’3 feet tall and a man in his late forties, and he has grey hair and a beard, but his amber eyes were so captivating that they were filled with depth. Ever sin

she said as if she was really my mom. "I understand mom" I replied. "Okay baby have a good day" she said "Thanks Phoebe, you too" I replied before hanging up. She’s so sweet, sometimes I wonder how that is even possible. I looked to my left to find Kaitlyn seated right there with her eyes on me. Getting to the place where our lessons would be held, I was dumbstruck at how many people were here, boys and girls of different ages. I never thought witchcraft to be such an open practice but still, I guess this is how it is in Wema Avenue Achara.

Andrew suddenly cleared his throat beside them. The couple slowly tore away from each other, facing Andrew. "Yes, Beta?" Alpha Lake replied, staring daggers at Andrew. Andrew shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he said, "Luna, the witches wish to speak with you," He informed Audrey.

"If you can't mingle with normal kids, then you have to mingle with the other Freaky kids." "Mama, I don't wanna mingle with anyone!" Anastasia raised one hand, motioning for Lyla to be quiet. She looked at his daughter fixedly. "The Witch Council will hear of this. I'm not taking any chances. I should admit you to Gothic Academy, mingle with the Freaky kids there. You'll be safe there." "What?" Lyla jumped from her seat. "You heard me clearly, Lyla Helliwell." Lyla shook her head vigorously. "No, Mama, I don't want to. I hate school and I don't wanna go to any of it!"

Andrew was puzzled and could not comprehend why so many people were gathered. When he saw Wendy, he immediately understood what was going on. Wendy was his granddaughter, and she was the pride of the Jin family. Currently, she was studying at River-Approaching Academy. Naturally, she was a genius amongst the geniuses in that academy. However, upon seeing Wendy, he also saw a young man beside her. "This…" Andrew took three steps back, and his old face put on a shocked expression as if his jaw had dropped. Back at River-Approaching Mountain, if it had not been for that young man, he would have died.

Unlike Alex who was talkingwhile chewing during breakfast a few days ago. While Alex was talking I just stood beside him with a faint smile frozen on my face. Because I still felt awkward as I glanced around me, I recognized a few people at my school, Annelise, Regan, and a few neighbors around my house. My stomach felt even more twisted seeing Mr. Turner, my chemistry teacher, was standing a few feet in front of me and was chatting with an administrative staff member at my school. These guys are werewolves, and they cover it up really well all along.