Novel & Cerita Constanze Little Witch Academia

Striding to the clock he knock on the glass trying to get it to stop but the chirping sound continue,noticing a red wire at the back of the clock he pulled it, the necklace drop on the ground, Akira bend to pick it up and scream in fright when his hand color changed. "You summoned me" Akira freeze in shock and slowly spun around inhaling and exhaling as he behold a magnificent creature. "I'm castus an ancient witch" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why do you look so pale?"Hope fold her legs. "You ruined our school hope"Joe wang turn to the girls "Thank you for making your school lose championship" "Oh, HKU won the great amenthyst college, how's that my fault? I stated the obvious" "it's 6-5,We had a chanc

A Flying werewolf. That made my mom madder and she started torturing me with overtraining. The next morning Dad took me and Christian to the Academy. Christian is Aunt Stella's son. The Academy is very huge. And from its look, I can say it's an ancient academy. Introducing me to the Principal he goes back. The principal is a fairy. Like Lana. "Look, there are lots of children with special powers like us. I'm happy that we are not the only weirdos." Christian laughed but I didn't laugh at his joke. It's obvious that there will be many unique supernaturals.

“...And that is why this school isn't like any other in the world—and consists of the ternary faunas—Werewolves, vampires and witches or wizards.” Professor Travis—a bald lecturer with an austere face and an awfully long black tie that swung left and right with every move he made said into a microphone—which hung out of a lectern and was slanted slightly upwards towards him like a snake staring at a prey up above. The lectern–or pulpit, stood in the middle of the very well established podium which had an aura that made the newly admitted students of Golden Lake University silent.

sink in and take root in everyone's mind before she continued; "Their wolf." Another pause. Murmurs. Silence. The witch continued; "In return for this spell to be casted on whoever it is needed for, the person who goes to the witch will have to lose their wolf." "So you're saying if someone here really casted such a spell, they probably don't have their wolf anymore?" "Yes" I turned to my little audience and stood to my feet. As I did, slowly walking down the podium and to the leveled ground of the throne room where they were all standing. I stopped when I got to where Ilvira was huddled on the floor. She cowered under my gaze when she looked up at me. "So there is a big possibility that my

Instead, she nodded her head as she followed the goblin, who stood a meter taller than the ground they were walking. INSTEAD OF bringing Gukasho to the room wherein all Halflings had their private desks, Cent led him to the back garden of Transylvania Academy. Lush green leaves of the centuries-old Willow trees that were lined up everywhere swayed from the gentle blow of breeze that passed by the two new intruders. The Willow trees created a grand mystical effect around the back garden as if they compensated from the lack of gates. The flashing small lights surrounded the trees though they gleamed brighter under the shade of the trees. At first glance, it was as if fireflies were playing. Bu

“And who the hell are you gathered to be?” “I’m a agent of the Wolf Witch Academy,” Charles answers. “We both are.” “Bullshit,” Diminish snaps. “Wolf Witches aren’t real.”

CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING The Werewolf Academy Dean, Alpha Lucius Blackmoor, was the werewolf king, and to keep the peace between the lower packs, the professors were either an Alpha or a Beta in their respective areas of expertise. It was an honour to be accepted into the Neutral Zone’s Werewolf Academy. Isadora Dawson was the first Omega to go against all the odds and the old traditions, and managed to score at the top of her high school year class and was rewarded with an acceptance into the Werewolf Academy.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

[Shahira's Pov – Three Months After the Hearing] The magical academy opened on a crisp autumn morning, with twelve students gathered in what had once been a storage building. Celeste stood at the front of the converted classroom, radiating enthusiasm despite her nerves. Behind her, diagrams of magical theory covered the walls—symbols, patterns, flow charts showing how different types of magic interacted. "Welcome," she said to the assembled wolves, "to the first day of what we're calling the Freedomborn Academy of Integrated Magic. Or FAIM for short, though I admit the acronym needs work."

He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.