Little Witch Academia Akko Novels & Stories

Actually she never liked excessive interactions with other people. "You can see over there is the library. Over there, the Witch class. The moss green building is Sirens class. Well, next to it is the Vampire class. Then ...." Louisa explained all details of the existing buildings inside the Gothic Academy, while Lyla listened lazily. "Over there, the mixed class. It is held once a week." Louisa continued.

The students weren't in their rows; they were gathered in a massive, suffocating circle around the professor’s podium, whispering in hushed, terrified tones. "Where is the lecturer?" I asked a nearby Alpha student, my brow furrowing. "What exactly is going on? Why is there so much chaos?" The student turned to me, his eyes wide with frantic excitement. "The professor is running late, but everyone is gathered at the front because there’s a traveling rogue witch passing through the quadrant. She was sent by the professor to show us practical aspect, and build our interest before we start the bulky workload of this course." The student said, but I only nodded. I was very uninterested.

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.

"I will answer all of them. My name is Principal Adaeze. You are at Aethon Academy and you were sedated for your own comfort during transport." "My comfort," I repeat. "You are welcome." I stare at him. "That was not a thank you." He almost smiles. Almost. "Aethon Academy is a school for supernaturally gifted individuals. It exists separately from the world you grew up in. You have been enrolled as a student and this is now your home." "Enrolled," I say. "I did not enroll anywhere. I was in a bathroom." "Yes. We are aware of how you arrived." "You kidnapped me."

"That's your first real graduation, Bastian. Now teach the others." The Academy's first public demonstration came three months later. Parents, pack leaders, skeptics, and supporters gathered to watch these unusual students display their progress. The witch-blooded girl made flowers bloom in winter soil. The phoenix descendants created a coordinated fire display that painted stories in the air. The rare wolves showed abilities that defied traditional classification.

Too… massive. “What is that…?” someone whispered, their voice trembling. Then two glowing yellow eyes appeared in the darkness of the forest. My chest felt hollow. The creature was almost as tall as the lowest branches of the trees. And as it stepped slightly out of the shadows. I saw long claws touch the ground. One of my friends screamed. “RUN—!” We ran off in all directions. The creature’s footsteps pounded the ground behind us. I’ve never run this fast in my entire life. Tree branches stung my face. My feet nearly slipped time and again. My friend’s screams echoed behind me. Then suddenly—

I nodded quietly before following him across the campus. Neither of us spoke during the walk. Instead, I took the opportunity to observe the academy properly for the first time. Yesterday had been too chaotic to appreciate its beauty. Towering castles connected by floating bridges stretched across the mountainside. Crystal rivers flowed beneath enchanted archways, reflecting countless magical lights dancing through the air. Students from every supernatural race walked between classrooms—humans, elves, beastkin, vampires, spirit descendants, and races I couldn't even recognize. It was breathtaking. If not for the constant fear sitting inside my chest, I might have believed I'd stepped into pa

After breakfast, opening ceremonies for the academy took place in the grand ballroom. Since the academy only officially existed for a few years, there were fifty-five students in varying classes. All of them came from the human realm, and they all possessed at least one of the seven magics. Two students could change into werewolves, and one was a werecat. There were three vampires and a plethora of witches. There were also several varieties of other magical creatures, including a half-troll, and a few half-elves.

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

My little sister, the one we all failed. “Oh thank the moon, you're finally here,” I blinked back the unwanted tears from my eyes as I heard Acacia's voice. A smile found my lips and without hesitating, I leaned in for an embrace. I needed it. It had been so long since I had the luxury of one. “It's good to see you too Triss, although you're weeks late,” I smiled, knowing what she meant. She must have probably seen me coming here in her vision. Acacia was a witch. Not a Supreme witch, but a Grishan witch.