Little Witch Academia Romance Novels & Stories

I rubbed at my temples, hoping to relieve some of this headache. "Right, let me start at the beginning," she said, dragging a chair over by the bed. "I'm a witch, a spell casting, potion making witch. We're trained by our coven after high school. That's why I didn't go to the same college as you, Raya. Anyway, after 4 years of training we hold a graduation ceremony where we show our skills to all alphas in a pack in need of a witch. From there the alphas put in for which witch they want, and then we can decide which pack we go to if we get multiple offers. I had a few, so I chose this pack because they were closest to you. Plus the pack itself has a unique ability that I liked."

“It’s not much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to the Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.” Well, this defies all my expectations. I struggle to muster a faint smile. “Uh, thank you?” I glance at Ariah with a hesitant expression. “What’s happening here?” She grins. “We figured you deserved a proper birthday celebration. Come, sit.” The second student at the table, a girl with lush raven curls and perfect mahogany skin, holds out a tiny wrapped package. Her dark eyes twinkle as she says, “Hey there, I’m Celeste. This isn’t much, but trust me, they’re divine.” She gestures to the boy. “That doofus is Nate.”

“It worked. I can’t smell you.” “I feel… weird,” I admitted. “But also… kind of strong.” “You should. That spell lasts as long as you want it to. Break it, and you’ll be you again.” “Thank you,” I told the witch, who was now rummaging through her things. “Pleasure doing business,” she said. “Oh, and don’t get caught. I don’t do refunds.” We laughed. Kind of. Michelle escorted me to the borders of Clawstone Academy, our twin academy just for boys.

Robin I remember the first time I set foot on Henderson Supernatural Academy. The acceptance letter had been shocking because I didn’t even know I was capable of magic! They claimed they had done some digging and called me the Red Moon Witch, a powerful witch of legend who would one day bring all covens together. When I spoke to my Grandmother, or Abuela as I called her, she said that they were right. I did have magic. Magic ran in our family, but I was a late bloomer. Whether I was the Red Moon Witch was not something she could say.

She says. Suddenly she lights up. "Maybe that is how you suddenly became a babe magnet. Maybe it means that you are a real witch and you can make them fall helplessly in love with you with Your witchcraft". She pretends to faint. "Wiccan". I say. "And I definitely haven't used witchcraft on anyone". I remember my embarrassing run in with the elites. I look at my phone, checking the time and see a message flash on the display, it's from Luca. 'Hi, I had a nice time today. Are you free tomorrow ?'

" You are a bit late for that, we already had our wedding night. " " Ok, I will not let you go inside till you gift me something. " " Oh, God !! Take my credit card. Get whatever you want. Now let me go. " " This card can not get what I want. " " Maya, you know my card has no limit. Why are you wasting time?? " " Take this back, I have my own. " " Ok, sorry what do you want?" " A cute little baby... " Awwww...so cute.

I was then dragged to stand and a warm embrace welcomed me. “Be my bride, Sahara. I love you.” Prince Ameril’s words were like flowers to my ears. By then, I decided to be evil. I will then be recognized by history as the evil witch who stole the prince from his beloved princess at the day of their wedding. “I love you.”

, I hiss at him angrily. “Oh I see, our little red riding Hood turned feisty?”, alpha ace comments making me clench my hand in anger. The fear inside me turned to anger, so much anger that my body started producing magic without my knowledge. The green flames around the tips of my fingers came till my wrists.

She looked around us to see everyone had stopped all movements. She narrowed her eyes at me, "Fine. Remove the fire." She said, "I think I'll keep the fire up just in case, how about we start with your name." I said knowing the others were making their way up to us. Her eyes scanned around me to the others. "You work for the dark witches?" She asked, "No, we are in alliance and I could tell you why if you give me your name." I said, trying to gauge her reaction. "My name is Ambrosia." She replied, locking her red eyes on mine. "I'm Alley, and that is Pythia, leader of the dark witches." I said pointing to Pythia who made her way up to stand next to me. "Who are the others? It's clear they ar

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."