Novel & Cerita Little Witch Academia

But then I snapped my head to my parents, who were sitting on the couch adjacent to ours, when Mom uttered, "No." "Did I just hear someone say No?" I asked to make sure I had heard it right, and I searched for any confirmation from my mother. "You are going to a different academy, Claude. Here in this dimension, you will have your four classes of all about witches. Controlling your abilities, field of power, making spells, and of course, history." Mom explained, and my father added, "And three for vampire lessons in Transylvania where there is a special school that vampires are the only learners. And good news, since Pryce should be going there with you."

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.

“After we killed the high priestess Melucia and her coven that day after you set them free, elder Lazarus thought that it would be best if we make the witches go extinct because they might hear what we’ve done to Melucia’s coven and come for us. He was also scared because in her last spell, she spoke about how she would return and take revenge on us all. There is this spell that only high priestess could cast. It’s called the reincarnation and transferring spell. They could transfer their soul into the body of another witch who is sick and on the verge of death. Since the witch is sick, they won’t be able to fight and would die do that the soul could occupy their body and use it as a vessel.

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?”

"See you in a few hours Uncle." "Take care, my child and please don't cause any trouble." "And you too." Nyxoria shouted as she walked out of the throne room and signal for a guard standing guard to ready her horse, penelope. ★★★ Academy of the Arcane: At the large Assembly Grounds of the Academy all students stood and were staring at the direction the principal of the Arcane stood there. The werewolves stood in their line, the witches, vampires, faires and so on did the same thing.

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

Angelina went on in the meantime, looking down at her hands, trying to hide them. Whispering began around the table. Reive clenched his teeth. “That means you had no one to give you an education?” the duchess continued, and nobody even thought to stop her. The girl raised her head quickly and answered, “I studied at the City Academy of Magic named after Josh The White.”

I yelp in pain and fall to the ground and change back to my human form. “Master!!!” The witch shouts, running to him as the dust settles. A pile of rubble now settles where Elina once stand. Elina! No, she can’t be dead. She can’t! “Your little light show was fun.” My heart flutters when I hear her voice. She’s okay. She moves away from the broken bricks and walks towards the witch, the Titus, in wolf form. “But now I’m done playing your game.” With a snap of her finger, both Titus and the witch float in the air. She clenches her fist. They both scream loud in pain. Titus changes back to his human form as the blood accumulates in pockets all over their bodies.

It was supposed to look abandoned to keep curious humans away but that never works, so the entire school is under a cloaking spell of some kind. I let out a defeated sigh and make sure my hoodie is pulled over my face, before trudging along the walkway into the academy. As I enter, my eyes catch sight of white and black feathers. Tears fill my eyes and my hand flies over my mouth to stifle a sob. Julie quickly rushes to comfort me. She puts her arms around me, careful to not touch my back. She shushes me quietly, and I try to stop the tears from escaping. "It's alright Luciana, everything will be fine—they’re just like you," she says in my ear. "No they're not, they have wings."

“That’s odd. I was too busy a home with estate meetings, and dragging positions with my stepbrother." She glanced at me. “You don’t find it curious? That these disturbances began the moment you left… and ceased the moment you returned?” “I find it a fascinating coincidence," I said, smiling. “But I’m just a student, Headmistress. Not a miracle worker.” She almost smiled back. “No. You’re something else entirely Aria, you are one of the most powerful students in this academy, how can you say you are just a student?.” We stopped near the east wing, under the broken dome of the old library. Wind whispered through broken arches.