Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

“I know. I just want him to hurry the fuck up, that’s all.” She smiles wryly. My Fati always bounces back. She never lets a bad feeling pin her down for long. “Anyway, Dean Guia, what are we doing about your students?” Yeah, you heard that right. I’m the head dean of the werewolf college at Arcadia Academy. The witches’ college is overseen by the High Priests and Priestesses of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone covens. How did that happen? Simple. We’ve got three alpha wolves in Arcadia—me, Arya, and Naomi—and alpha wolves don’t share power easily. Eventually, they will fight for dominance if we don’t give their wolves something to control.

I feel stronger than I have before and hopefully it’s a matter of time before I can use dark magic. Ivy passes me a bottle of orange juice, and I take a long sip, enjoying the fresh taste. The food here is really, really good. “Do you know that this academy used to house over five thousand wolf witches?” Ivy randomly says. I shake my head. “No. Are there that many rooms?” She nods. “The academy is made with magic, old magic from the angels. They made this place to be a defense for their kind and the wolves before they disappeared.”

She shook her head, and I wondered what exactly had happened. “After she fought Greta off with her magic, Greta stole her magic," Maliya burst out in tears and I stood there shocked. Greta.. stole.. her magic? I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. If it was someone else telling me this and not Maliya, I would have said the person was lying. But she… If Greta stole Daciana’s magic, then what did Daciana have? Does that mean that she was unable to cast her spells?

“I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.” The agent eyes were widened, and for a split second, there was fear in her expression. “So you are that witch, well, I wouldn't want to be you if I were you.” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas screamed at her. So far, Mason had been very quiet, clinging onto his sister like nothing else existed. I could feel his pain. He didn't want this for her, she was way too young to have to deal with all these. But so was Lucas.

A middle-aged woman steps into the space between them, looking all sharp in her neat tightly-packed into bun blonde hair with the leathers and boots she has on. I step away from Darian’s behind, so I can see better. The woman addresses the students first, “Stop gawking, and return to your dorms if you don’t have anything else to do here.” Almost all of them disperse. And I blink when I notice one disappears. I thought it was the stress dawning on me at first, then another girl vanished. My brows furrow. They just turned into air. My breath hitches. If there are witches in this academy then I think I’m damned. I remain rooted to a spot, not trusting to be alone right now.

The elders specified in the respective field will be the headmasters of the following respective fields. It was compulsory for the witches and wizards who chose to live a life like mundane to send their children to the academy. Bullying is not allowed in school. The academy will be near the coven place. After all the academy discussion, we discuss the witches' rules who wanted to live a mundane life. Those rules are as follows: 1. They are not allowed to use magic in front of human beings. 2. It is compulsory to attend a meeting held by the coven once a year.

She went to this school. “Let's see, Carmilla Opun. Enrolled in 1982. Human witch, and the only magically gifted in her entire family at the time. Doesn’t say anything about what she did after graduation.” Principal Rapport's eyes land on Professor Howls. “We always track when someone becomes a dragon master, so no information means she didn’t become one.” I swallowed a knot that had worked its way into my throat. My mother was here. She graduated from this school. And… she was a witch.

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

“The academy was founded in the year of death by our master, ruler of hell and the king of all demons, Lucifer. He stuck a deal with the heavens. Demons, selkies, fae, all creatures from the underworld could walk amongst humans, on a condition. They survive a year long training in his academy and pass the culling.” The crowd burst into loud screams at that. “There are no rules here,” Alstra looked straight at me. “And only the strongest survive. Good luck.” The crowd scattered immediately, and it seemed everyone knew where they were headed to. Everyone except me. I stood in the middle of the hustle, waiting for someone to at least tell me where I was going. Which is why not even a minute lat

“This is a Witch bane. Bathe by the Zerzura liquid that weakens witches when struck by it. It is our primary weapon son, especially higher-level Witches called the Magistrates. The lower-level witches are called the Acolytes, they are weaker in using their black magic crafting. They live among us and we cannot detect them if we do not have our Moonstar pendants. We have a few in this town and I have not seen one for a year of searching. Do you remember the dead physics teacher, Mr. Bennet?” I nodded for I recognized Mr. Bennet. He was a dedicated teacher, sometimes weird but his work was his life. He died of a heart attack last year. It was all over the news and students held mourning events