Little Witch Academia Akko Novels & Stories

Savannah said, with a hard glare. “Okay, okay! Jeez … what kind of best friend do you have, babe?” Avan asked, with a mischievous grin, stealing one last glance at me again before finally focusing on the road. I just giggled, loving the sibling energy he and Savannah always had whenever we were together. Without another word, Avan drove us through the grand entrance of Werewolf Academia. I was amazed by the way the campus sprawled with majestic Gothic buildings, lush forests, and manicured lawns.

"Leviathan is trouble incarnate. Lilith is unhinged. You would set fire to the realms for revenge?" Leviathan arched a brow. "She’s spirited. And she looks just like her mother, Hailey." I snarl. "Do not speak her name." Akasha stood tall, hands glowing with magic. "I will not stand by while you poison everything." Audacus’s voice turned cold. "You already have. You've grown soft under Akael's influence and this little freedom of movement. But no more." He raises his hand, fingers curling into a fist. Magic surged.

she says in her silken French accent, “what brings you here... illegally?” “Nothing,” Ellie blurts, panicked, as she grabs my wrist and tugs like she wants us to run. Ms. Lovelace raises a single eyebrow, her stare unwavering. She leans back slightly, resting her hip against her desk with calculated ease. “I might be a boring old teacher, Miss Ellie, but I’m not stupid. I was a young girl once, too. Though I wasn’t a student at the most strict university in the world.” She pauses. Her gaze sharpens. “You do understand, don’t you, that your future could be over the moment you’re caught snooping? There are no second chances here. The Academy does not forgive mistakes.”

"And you, little witch—you abandoned the old ways." I flexed my hands, trying to ground myself. The dagger at my hip felt heavier, almost pulling me forward, desperate to lash out. Akira didn’t move. Instead, she knelt in the dirt and drew a quick symbol in the dust with her fingertip — a crescent moon cradling a flame. The air crackled. The illusions hissed, their faces warping, shifting, claws stretching toward us. Akira whispered a sharp incantation — words I didn’t recognize but felt down to the marrow of my bones.

ELIAS'S POV The applause faded. The auditorium settled into tense silence. Everyone waiting to see what happened next. Then someone in the middle section stood up. A student I didn't know. Alpha. Third year maybe. "This is wrong," he said loudly. "Omegas don't belong here. They're weak. Unstable. Can't handle the pressure. The Academy should be Alpha only." Murmurs of agreement from some students. Others immediately shouting disagreement. "They proved they can handle it!" someone yelled back. "Did you not hear anything they just said?"

“It worked. I can’t smell you.” “I feel… weird,” I admitted. “But also… kind of strong.” “You should. That spell lasts as long as you want it to. Break it, and you’ll be you again.” “Thank you,” I told the witch, who was now rummaging through her things. “Pleasure doing business,” she said. “Oh, and don’t get caught. I don’t do refunds.” We laughed. Kind of. Michelle escorted me to the borders of Clawstone Academy, our twin academy just for boys.

My reflection in the glass didn’t look like mine at all—my eyes glowed faintly, my lips parted as though whispering a name I didn’t remember learning. The wards trembled. The Academy was stitched together with old magic, its bones laced with the founders’ blood, its heart bound by runes carved into the earth itself. I could feel them now, those invisible threads, wrapping around towers and classrooms, dormitories and hidden stairwells. They quivered under the storm’s weight. And under me. My hand pressed against the glass, and in the flash of lightning, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks. The door behind me opened with a low groan.

I actually want witches to have the opportunity to be at the Crimson Claw Academy. It houses the finest of the werewolf breed which equals an infinite amount of power sources for us! We get a proper education and we have an infinite pool of power from hormonal teenagers! Beautiful chaos if you ask me. “Anaya, don't you have anything to say?” My name was called and I turned to look at my clan people. “No, I don't have anything to say. Let's just focus on surviving today,” I said to them, which shut them up pretty fast.

Rita The Great Hall of Blackthorn Academy hummed with energy, the air thick with the mingling scents of magic, fur, and something faintly metallic—vampires. Rita stood among the crowd of new students, her gaze flickering over the sea of faces. The woman at the front—Alice—was undoubtedly a witch. Her arms jingled with beaded bracelets, her neck adorned with layered necklaces, each one humming with protective charms. "Junior students will be housed in eight-person dormitories," Alice announced, her voice smooth as honey. "Upperclassmen share four-person suites, and our pre-college foundational year students enjoy private studios."