Constanze Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

, she retorts. "I'm 25 years old and hearing shit about myself I've never imagined. I've always thought I was cursed and hated my life and now what?", she stands up and begins to pace, "you're telling me, I'm not human, I'm not cursed, I'm this 'special, powerful witch', the strongest in your…world",she says making air quotes, "and I'm supposed to just accept that? I need to comprehend this, give a girl a break". "How about you do that in the otherworld?", Lucas suggests.

Angelina went on in the meantime, looking down at her hands, trying to hide them. Whispering began around the table. Reive clenched his teeth. “That means you had no one to give you an education?” the duchess continued, and nobody even thought to stop her. The girl raised her head quickly and answered, “I studied at the City Academy of Magic named after Josh The White.”

"Whether you are a werewolf or a witch... no one is allowed to use their special powers or magic in the academy, including in your dormitory. And you cannot use them on others. If anyone is found using their powers without a valid reason, they will be severely punished. They could even be expelled from the academy, depending on the gravity of the crime. So keep that in mind." He looked at the students, letting his words sink in. "Am I clear?" he asked, and everyone echoed, "Yes, sir." But I knew no one was going to obey this rule. "Alright." Professor White stepped forward. "All the witches, step to the side." Lana left my side and joined the witches standing to one side of the hall. There w

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

It piques my attention, but I still see nothing ahead. To my left, another light flickers on. Mrs. Dominion steps forward to stand before a podium and begins. “Sires, North America’s most prestigious academy is glad to have you here. I shall begin by presenting Grey Sylvester, a student of the academy, who today shall be judged by the school’s grade and your decree.” She clears her throat and continues, a feigned smile on her face. If witches were real, I’d say she was one.

“What are you talking about? What do they call you?” Harry graduated from the academy, Celestia, five years ago. Celestia is an academic institution that caters not only to werewolves but everyone on the continent— disregarding their race and social status. The academy accepts anyone qualified to their standard. Charlene is in her second year in the academy. She’s currently sixteen, and normally— Charlene should have shifted to her wolf last year. But she was not able to even after trying her hardest. She has two years at most. If Charlene won’t shift on her eighteenth birthday— then this is not some ordinary delayed transformation; there could be something that is wrong with her.

She went to this school. “Let's see, Carmilla Opun. Enrolled in 1982. Human witch, and the only magically gifted in her entire family at the time. Doesn’t say anything about what she did after graduation.” Principal Rapport's eyes land on Professor Howls. “We always track when someone becomes a dragon master, so no information means she didn’t become one.” I swallowed a knot that had worked its way into my throat. My mother was here. She graduated from this school. And… she was a witch.

The professor asks, his question shocking the entire class into silence. “There can’t be a succubus here.” Astrid states, “The school has wards to keep demons and angels from entering this campus.” “And yet Brahma’s agents with the BOUA entered the school just two weeks ago.” The professor states, effectively shutting down Astrid’s statement. “I told you she was a succubus.” One of Hilda’s cronies whispers to the girl beside her, “It’s the only way she could have won over the princes and become so powerful.”

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

"What have you heard about them?" She glances around, then leans in to whisper. "Rumors—not my words... People believe there was a magical spell cast over this academy, but it's wearing off due to some... magical imbalance, and Maddox is regaining his, but he refuses to accept they're his; he feels it's being manipulated, so he has decided to visit the stairs of the witch!" I freeze, pausing everything I'm doing. The classroom blurs out, giving way for a long-suppressed memory to resurface in my head.