Magic Cat Academy Novels & Stories

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

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?

"Room 405. Best of luck in your training." I was finally here. I was going to the Black Moon Academy to register for basic magic classes under the name Matthew Mountainheart. As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder if I was somehow related to Dr. Mountainheart. Was he a cousin? An uncle or something? It was kind of rare in the supernatural world to actually share a last name like that. Werewolves might pick and choose their last names at will, but witches were different. As I entered the classroom, I felt a wave of nerves wash over me. I scanned the room, searching for a familiar face. I was feeling hopeful that I would be completely unknown until my eyes landed on Peter, and he stared back

I was watching his reaction and my question brought a smile to his face. “ everything starts when your grandfather rejected my father's proposal to have a school on his property where they could teach new Alphas about magic” I was very confused by his explanation, smelling him say “Twenty years ago, all the Alphas came together to open an academy that would train young pups about being an alpha, beta and Luna, even some magic, but we need it a perfect spot for the academic The Ravens property was the perfect spot being that magic was already on the property right. “ He say pushing the Headmaster away from him.

"Welcome, recruits, to yet another challenging class on magical abilities. I'm Dale, your humble instructor, and the instructions for today are simple. If you're not yet advanced, you'll need to touch the orb in the center of the stage to get spurred up; it'll feed on your energy, helping you release your powers. But for our advanced students, you can simply connect with your inner mind to use your powers. Maddox Vargis, you're up." Maddox climbs on the podium and doesn't bother touching the metallic orb. He simply concentrates and in just a few seconds, he transforms into the most vicious grey wolf I've ever seen. He howls, and I swear the entire foundation of the academy shakes. The class

My eyes narrow at the space between them. Confetti coats the table, with two large bowls—one filled with candy and the other with potato chips. There’s a plate stacked with soft-baked cookies sandwiched in buttercream and topped with a single pink candle. A young man with curly light copper hair and a sturdy build rises, offering a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he chirps, his round face lighting up with a smile as his deep, warm brown eyes fix on my mark. “It’s not much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to the Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.”

"Name's Eve. How about you?" "Danika." "Pretty name," she says, blowing me a kiss. I wish I had even half of her confidence. "Thanks," I mumble. "Woah, look at that. Sick Mustang. Dang. Probably belongs to one of the students," she says, and I turn to look at what she was talking about. Memories flash in my head the instant I see it. It is black and extremely similar to Kaziel's. But he can't be here, right? There is absolutely no way I'd run into him in uni, right?

“The… what?” “Moonhowl Academy,” Mara explained eagerly, scooting closer. “It’s the main school for pack education, everything from strategy to history to fieldwork. It’s where most pack youths go to learn and earn their marks.” Korra hesitated, her thumb brushing over the smooth seal. “Why would they send something to me?” Mara’s smile softened. “Open it and find out.” With cautious fingers, Korra broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. The handwriting was neat and formal;

"And right now, I need all my strength to deal with the Rage Spirit." I ended the call. Three hours later, I opened the magi-net and logged onto the official supernatural community's livestream platform. The Silver Moon Pack's Blood Moon Ritual was being broadcast to the entire world. A laughable attempt to show off their strength. I clicked into the stream and saw a sight that made my blood boil all over again. Isla stood at the center of the altar, wearing a sacred robe woven from pure moonlight. It was made of twelve flawless moonstones, each one worth fifty thousand dollars.

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.