Magic Cat Academy Novels & Stories

But lucky for them, everyone remained silent, albeit annoyed at her presence. "We can't wait for the scouts to come back just to tell us that Damion has moved on," Selene said, looking at me earnestly. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "What do you suggest we do then?" I asked inquisitively. She gave me a coy smile. "A little bit of magic." Shortly after, Selene had gathered in front of her some things she would need to do her magic. We all watched with curiosity as she placed the items on my desk. There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones.

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?”

Deep in the mountains, hidden beneath layers of enchanted mist, stood the towering fortress of the Obsidian Crescent Academy. Unlike The Sanctum of Mirrors surroundings, the Obsidian Crescent exuded an air of menace. The dark stone walls were etched with glowing runes, and the grounds pulsed with chaotic energy. Inside the academy’s central hall, Selene, the formidable leader of the rival school, stood before a gathering of students. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her sharp shoulders, and her piercing silver eyes held the room captive.

**Alana's POV*** I arrived at the magic academy which looked ancient with mud bricks and ancient roof tiles. “WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF SUPERNATURALS” was written boldly on the marquee board in front of the school's entrance. I didn't have the opportunity to pack anything, and I spent a week searching for the location of the academy. Finally I was here with the token my mom gave me.

Because I was the accident. Or maybe the ticking bomb. I swallowed, throat tight. “So... this academy, it’s just, what, people with magic? Do we take tests? Is there a handbook for not accidentally frying your classmates?” Her eyes darted down the hall, like she was already looking for her escape route. “Avenmoor finds people. Anyone who’s... different. If you’ve got power, they want you. It’s not like other schools. It’s all hierarchy, your rank, your strength, what you can do. Seniors elites....” She tripped over the word, glancing down at my chains. “They run everything. You don’t cross them, ever. If you mess up, nobody will come to your rescue. This isn’t a human academy. Here, it’s pre

In a world filled with magic and mystery, there lives a group of friends. They're not happy individuals, especially given the fact that they're mistreated everyday by their peers as well as others around them. One day everything changes, the saviour of Magicia has come back, 2 years they've been gone, but if they're back on this planet what does that mean for everyone living there? What happened for the saviour to come back? Is it about the mysterious disappearances? Or is it about the giant chasm that opened up in a forest near town? Transported through time and space from earth, connected by a thread of fate, what adventures await this weary traveler next?

“That’s not subtle.” “No,” Cassandra said, clearly embarrassed. Celeste studied her for another moment, then made a decision. “Good,” she said. “Then you’re in the right place.” That made Cassandra look up in surprise. Celeste glanced briefly toward the academy buildings behind them. “Storm Academy is where you learn what your magic actually wants to become.” Seras stepped closer to Celeste, voice lower now. “You’re bringing her in tonight?” “Yes.” Lucian looked toward the girl as another faint ribbon of frost crept along the edge of the metal railing beside her boot. He noticed it too.

[Shahira's Pov – Three Months After the Hearing] The magical academy opened on a crisp autumn morning, with twelve students gathered in what had once been a storage building. Celeste stood at the front of the converted classroom, radiating enthusiasm despite her nerves. Behind her, diagrams of magical theory covered the walls—symbols, patterns, flow charts showing how different types of magic interacted. "Welcome," she said to the assembled wolves, "to the first day of what we're calling the Freedomborn Academy of Integrated Magic. Or FAIM for short, though I admit the acronym needs work."

The crowd went quiet, sensing the shift, the way animals go silent when thunder rolls in. There it is, Seraphina murmured. He is already losing. Tony circled me, his footsteps heavy on the sand. "You think this is some kind of fairy tale, Gia? The brave little girl beats the big bad brother and Daddy finally loves her? Is that what you think is going to happen tonight?" "I think you talk too much for someone who's about to lose."

asked her grandmother, setting a plate of decorative macaroons next to Maria, and giggled once she saw how the girl's eyes lit up with joy. "Maria is stressed out over her final exam that is coming up. As you know, in order to prepare students for entering the Middle School Division, Diamond Academy tends to pair students against a Magical Beast. Maria-chan is afraid of failing," explained her mother as her grandfather pondered over the information he just heard.