Andrew Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

Andrew had been like that since the match started. 'But...! But how?!' Lucas was baffled. Andrew stood straight and raised a hand like he was catching something. 'My latest device, Malcrove 0.9, smallest, most invincible device you'll ever know.' Andrew held up a very tiny thing that could be mistaken for a small speck. 'What?!' Lucas became confused. Andrew rolled his eyes. 'I really hate explaining things.' He waved Lucas off. 'It's annoying really.'

Was he a descendant of the witches? Andrew had once read about witches possessing such power and he wanted to ask but he knew better not to. At least, not when they were caught up in this unfavourable situation. "You're right, wise one. We want to save Aiden because he is innocent." Andrew began, an earnest look on his face as he approached the old man who watched his every movement.

' I paused, turning to the next page. 'This was done by my daughter, Namek. She was the one responsible for the missing vampires, werewolves and witches. I found all of them there, they were still alive, just they were in a deep sleep and a sacrificial symbol was carved on their forehead. I recognized the sigil, it was a dark spell used to perform the rite of nine.

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

On a serious note, I see you enjoying your stay and study here, you are in for loads of positive memories. I hadn't had the best of my childhood largely because of my sickness. My magic was too ‘powerful for my body' and had made me so sick and until, a year ago, Mum hadn't known there was a cure. Apparently, there was no normal cure for it and I could only be healed with magic. My mother, according to all she told me, was the strongest witch the world has seen in ages. She had told me many times that witches weren't as strong as they had been in the past. In the past, witches were capable of doing incredible things and were greatly feared by the werewolves and even the vampires. But as civi

I replied, controlling the urge to roll my eyes, reminding myself that I was the heir to the water kingdom and needed to treat my citizens with respect. Adriana looked at me, confused. She only had a sliver of divine power; she was maybe one-sixteenth God, if not less than that. I wasn't sure why the academy had invited her. Her tiniest amount of power wouldn't have made a difference around the mortals. The mortals would've assumed she had a water affinity; they would chalk it up to the elements and call her a Wiccan. But the council had determined that anyone showing any amount of a God-given gift was to attend the academy.

I haven't found mine yet but I'm not too worried because there is still time. I go to the werewolf academy for both boys and girls located on a small island in a secluded area and I'm in my last year. I and my twin chose to go to this academy rather than the other one just for Alphas, Betas and Gammas because we don't believe that just because we have a higher position that we should be superior, I mean we get the classes that we need at our academy and we befriend more people. The other academy is located a couple islands away but far enough that it would take a week to travel to each place by boat. Anyway, on with the story…

Blaze asked with a soft pat of disrespect. He could fool everyone on the table and say he was just asking, but I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. Not tonight, Blaze. Not ever. “Studied fine and applied arts, majored in photography and sculpting and I came out as top of my class. I've headlined two shows, one of which was hosted by the American Organiztaion of Pixels and Dreams. Hopefully, this year I can host an event in my name.” It was my turn to sing my praises and I did it with joy.

“After we killed the high priestess Melucia and her coven that day after you set them free, elder Lazarus thought that it would be best if we make the witches go extinct because they might hear what we’ve done to Melucia’s coven and come for us. He was also scared because in her last spell, she spoke about how she would return and take revenge on us all. There is this spell that only high priestess could cast. It’s called the reincarnation and transferring spell. They could transfer their soul into the body of another witch who is sick and on the verge of death. Since the witch is sick, they won’t be able to fight and would die do that the soul could occupy their body and use it as a vessel.

Well, perhaps not in character, as she considered Andrew genuinely unpleasant. “It's hard to believe that Andrew has achieved first place in numerous international competitions and earned a master's degree from Crestmont University, a prestigious university." Renee found it perplexing. "During my college days, Andrew pursued me, offering to assist with my advanced mathematics assignment. It turned out it was all incorrect, and I only discovered later that he copied answers from the Internet." How could he manage to graduate from Crestmont University with such low intelligence? No, the idea of him being enrolled at Crestmont University was absurd!