Andrew Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

I arrived back at Cabin B but the thoughts racing through my head didn't let me get much rest. A witch and a prophecy? Could I have possibly heard that correctly? Perhaps this prophecy is the reason he had to make sure that all the wolves with multicolored fur attended his games. Perhaps this is why Alpha Berion was hosting the games at all. I imagined myself as the Luna who's arrival had been prophesized leading my pack to peace time and prosperity with Alpha Berion the Loyal at my side and I smiled.

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.

All designed to determine if the 'future' Alpha is worthy enough to take the Alpha title. So, here we are. Trent and his father, Terry, the current Alpha. Then my father, who is the Beta, and me, a low-quality witch. My parents were an unusual pairing, him being a Beta, and my mother an Earth witch. My mother died when I was young, leaving me with a father who was absolutely sure he would be passing his legacy down to me. He was training me since I could walk to fight. I hid the fact that I could tell I had witch tendicies. Like hearing the trees and animals whisper amoung one another. You can imagine how disappointed he was when I turned 16 and never shifted.

He bowed low. “I, Andrew Carlson, offer you my allegiance and my loyalty. I bid for your place as high priestess of the North American Council of Witches. I am a son of both the eastern house and the western, may they see the strength you have borne in your oppression, and the vengeance I know you will cast as a testament to the tides of change. ”