Little Witch Academia Akko Novels & Stories

We all jump in surprise and Akila looks at all of us and takes a deep breathe. “I’m sorry. My powers are controlled by my emotions.” “We gave your mother the best funeral we could think of. She is buried in our cemetery next to my parents. Is that okay with you?” “That’s perfect. Your parents, or rather your aunt and uncle, were good friends with my mother. We use to play together when we were younger.” “Really? I don’t remember that.” “It’s okay, we were young.” “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced everyone. Akila this is Jessica, Katya, Becca and Rayna. Everyone this is Akila the white witch.”

On top of the makeshift cake was a single, pink candle. One of the two students sitting by the table jumped up and held out a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he exclaimed, his eyes on my mark. A smile cracked on his lips, and he peered up to me. “It isn’t much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.” It took me a moment to recuperate from surprise before accepting the balloon and offering a smile. “Uh, thank you?” I glanced at Ariah. “What’s going on?”

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.

Anna—or should I call her Melucia—had fainted the second her eyes met mine. She hadn’t just collapsed; she’d clutched her chest, her face twisted in pain, as if something inside her cracked open. Then she’d dropped, her body crumpling to the floor like a lifeless rag doll. Her gasp still echoed in my head over and over again like a broken record. The witches had warned me of such a thing happening. This was the price she’d pay for using forbidden magic, for tearing the veil between life and death to seek revenge for her murdered coven.

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

Like in occasions like this one right here when the Dark Academy gives us tasks or assignments. The Dark Academy is a special school for witches. Those who know this call it the dark academy but for humans, they know it to be "Elite high." To mortals, it's supposed to be this fancy school that only a select few go to, but the only people who ever get admitted into the school are witches and warlocks. Everyone who attends is a witch, the studenrs, teachers, everyone. We know very well how to keep our secret from the rest of the world.

he explains. Oh, wow. Witches… I mean makkares, are real? How come humans get everyone’s names so wrong? ‘Witch’ sounds nothing like ‘makkari’. Maybe something got lost in translation. I learned that the hard way when learning English. “So they can do magic? What kind of magic?” I ask curiously. “I don’t know, I’ve never actually met one. Only read about them or learned about them from Amelia. She’s met the ones who live at the Kartheca, which is where the Delegation resides. Think of it like their packhouse; their home.”

The old master kaja gave her a special spell called total recall. “You can use it once to recall something or makes someone recall something. Keep it and use it when the time comes, my dear.” “This is too much! This dinner is already enough but you still decided to get me gifts!” Mizuko could only shed tears. How could she be this lucky? “You have to memorize spells from now on,” Miranda tells her. “The magic academy will be fun. There’s more spells there and you can meet a lot of people too, a lot of friends.”

“You can't exactly call out 'heads up,' can you?” More snickers rippled through the room. I bent down to pick up the notebook, my long dark hair falling like a curtain around my face. The pages had scattered everywhere, my careful notes about werewolf history now trampled under expensive boots and designer heels. This was my life. Kaira Blackwood, the silent freak of Shadowdale Academy, the most prestigious supernatural boarding school on the West Coast. While other students mastered their wolf forms and dominated in their pack hierarchies, I sat in the back row, invisible and voiceless.