Novel & Cerita Andrew Little Witch Academia

, 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

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

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.

And I picked up the notes I had collected that day. Bibi Kamwe. The name echoed in my mind like a warning. The man I had spoken to in the back corner of the old library, an archivist who looked like he hadn’t seen daylight in weeks and who had vanished into thin air, had spoken her name with reverence and caution. “She knows the old ways,” he had said. “If anyone can explain the creatures of the wild, it’s her. But beware... knowledge has a price.” I opened the folder and skimmed through what I had written. Folklore, anatomy, weakness. Silver. Wolfsbane. Ancient rituals… old magic.

“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!

It was unlikely we would both be allowed to pair with each other, but it wasn't impossible. "Silence," Mrs. Periwinkle said, and everywhere quietened. Despite her advanced age, her voice carried powerful commands that couldn't be resisted. With just one word, every student would stop whatever they were doing. So, aside from being tagged as the duck, she was the grand witch of Mystic Academy.

She speaks. Of course you don't want to know, you're not welcomed here at all! I want to scream at him. “It was Billy and some of his group. They are protecting the Academy,” Andrew explained. "Wonderful. They don't look solid, though. I mean, Alex was able to escape their clutches. she muttered, stuffing the mouse into her coat pocket. The tallest wolf stared at her for a moment, appreciating the newcomers, then led the other two straight into the woods.