Little Witch Academia Akko Novels & Stories

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.

her sweet soothing feminine voice echoed through the silent room making Alexander slump in his knees at how majestic and enchanting she was. "Alexander, the name's Alexander." The main villain for The lycan Academy volume one finally shows up hehe, The Skinwalker.

“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.

“Alright. First thing, you’re not crazy. This world? It’s real. Hidden, but very real. Humans don’t know about it, not fully. We, the supernatural, keep to ourselves. We blend in, hide in plain sight, but there are entire realms, kingdoms, and systems in place that they’ll never know about.” “Of course,” I muttered. “Because life wasn’t complicated enough.” “Exactly,” she grinned, then continued. “So Avenmoor? It’s not just an academy. It’s the academy, the top-tier supernatural school. People get handpicked to come here. From all over the world. Shifters, witches, demons, fae, vampires, you name it.” “Wait...demons?” I blinked.

"Okay, now you’re scaring me. What going on?" "How much do you believe in the supernatural?" I asked bluntly. Sam blinked. "Like ghosts and stuff? I mean, I've always thought Crestfall was creepy enough that something weird had to be going on. Why?" Becca leaned forward. "Sam, I need you to listen very carefully and try not to freak out. I'm a witch, Cole is a werewolf, and I accidentally opened a door to hell last night at the party. Now there's a demon of hatred posing as our English teacher who wants to bring more demons through that door and turn Crestfall into some kind of hellscape."

With the beast's life force extinguished, Paige released a breath of relief. "Honey, what’s the rank of this phantom-beast?" asked Paige, watching as Akasuki, the kunoichi who tended to carry herself in a relaxed and unresponsive manner, gruesomely plucked out the creature's eyeballs. Such a scene, as usual, caused Alice, the girl who held an affinity for celestial magic, to puke nearby.