Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

After the warm welcome given to the new students, they were brought to the hall. Cassandra couldn’t help but be amazed at the sight in front of her. Academia was a sight to behold. From its fully furnished rooms with various styles and designs down to its marvelous technology equipped with the Archmages’ power. It is simply astounding. While walking, Cassandra saw different races trudging around. Faeries, dwarves, elves, witches and warlocks, and of course vampires. "The paper that every one of you holds consists of your dorm room number, locker combination, schedule of your classes, and lastly a map of Academia," McCane announced. Cassandra and Kimberly whom she saw earlier, looked into eac

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

She was only two years younger than I was, but still, I felt guilty like a bad parent. Finally, her eyes catch on me, and boy do they widen like saucers. She gapes at me as I wave furiously. "Callista?!" She mouths. "How..." I just smile and shrug, because there is no way I can tell that story from hand gestures only. The Headmistress appears in front of them, and their attention focuses on her. She smiles serenely at the students in a motherly way and speaks. "My name is Beadohilde Meraldrar, and on behalf of all of the Witches Guild, I welcome you to the Witches Academy of North America. We are delighted to have you here, and we look forward to teaching you the way of magic."

Enjoy even more with Vuelonava. The trip went well for I arrived safely at Eireann. I examined the whole place, there were so many ships around and from a not-so-far place, I saw I mini-hotel, probably for those parents or guardians who accompanied Escuela De Mystica, and Academia de Magissa Magos' students. Escuela and Academia are sister schools located on one huge land. Academia de Magissa Magos is for those full and half-blooded witches and wizards. "It's getting dark," I whispered before following the other students. I just know it because like me they are wearing their uniforms.

At the center of the chamber, arranged around the dais in careful formation, sit a dozen carved stone seats, each etched with a different sigil — territorial marks I recognize from academy heraldry lessons, symbols belonging to Alpha bloodlines from across every major werewolf territory I've ever heard named. "Those are ruling house crests," Lucien says slowly, moving closer to study them, fingers hovering just above the stone without touching it. "Every major bloodline currently holding territorial power. Someone's built a gathering chamber directly beneath this academy, for exactly the kind of assembly that would normally require Council-sanctioned neutral ground." "Why here?" I ask. "Why

By the next morning, preparations had already been made for Anastasia to begin school. Not just any school… The Supernatural Academy. It was where supernatural children were sent after their first manifestation. A place where young witches, wolves, vampires, and other supernatural children learned to understand the powers that had awakened within them. Anastasia was only ten. But her manifestation had already begun. And that meant she had to go. The large black carriage rolled slowly through the academy gates. Almost immediately, the atmosphere changed.

“Not yet.” I stopped. Rafael laughed. Actually laughed. I turned toward the library. “Not funny!” The doors closed. Outside, the academy was unusually quiet. Most students were still talking about the full moon, Evan and me. Mostly me. I had learned several new facts about myself today. Apparently I was secretly a witch. Or a rogue. Or half human and half wolf. One particularly creative student had decided I was a vampire. I wasn't entirely sure vampires existed. At Wolf Academy, I was no longer willing to ask. Rafael walked beside me. Not in front. Not behind. Beside. I appreciated that. His shoulder brushed mine. His heartbeat changed. One beat faster. I smiled.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

I insert my letter into the slot on the gate and it automatically lifts upwards and I walk through, it closes back in my wake. A huge female clad in leather suit smiles at me. She is a shewolf, I can sense her. "Anna Fairchild, we have been expecting you." She spreads her hands wide in show of excitement before dropping them to her sides. "I'm Claudia, vice principal war and physical control, welcome to Mooncrust Academy; a school dedicated to training werewolves who posses Alpha and Beta blood. But I'm an omega.