Magical Classroom Novels & Stories

I wanted to giggle. Then I turned and left. I wondered if magic could fix that… The school's sacred room was circular, with markings on the floor in an ancient language. We sat down on the cold marble in a circle, as others brought familiars in the middle, caged in wooden boxes. Why is a human here? She won’t be able to immediately raise a familiar Astrid, said. Dean Stormcrest walked to her. It's about the experience, Astrid, and shows some respect for your classmates.

The cloaked witch knocked on the door once before stepping inside with Tor and me right behind her. The inside was lit by short, fat, dripping candles sitting in pools of dried wax. I jumped back into Tor's arms when a white cat bolted past my feet. I let out a nervous laugh as I pulled away from Tor. We stepped further into the dwelling and found Chloe sitting at a round table in a small kitchenette. The walls were covered with the biggest collection of tea cups I had ever seen. There was at least one of every color, shape, and size. In the center of the round table was a beautiful violet kettle that had steam rolling from the spout.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

I heard my other students groan, which caused me to chuckle; when had I turned into that Professor that gave homework? "Dade, Aela, Penelope, Ariel, and Bjorn, please stand in front of my desk, and Katrina, remain where you are. That should leave enough space between you that Katrina's shield will be able to morph if needed and make it so the spells the four of you cast won't ricochet off the barrier I've put in place. Here is the ground rule, cast whatever magic you want, as long as it won't kill your opponent. This is a classroom made for learning, not a battlefield." I state, looking directly at Dade when I finish my sentence. I wouldn't be surprised if the council members' requested thei

So he started searching its bag for any anti-spells portions while the Centaur’s arrows were randomly flying towards their direction without hitting anyone in one in particular. Dike finally found the portion that can be used to destroy enchantment on the Centaur. This portion is made of some special leaves that destroy divinations and enchantments. The oracle gave them in case if a spell was cast on any of them by any witch or mysterious creature during their journey. So the first time they are to use the anti-Spell was on a Centaur though they still have a long journey to go. Some of the warriors argued that it would be a waste of their portion to use it on the Centaur when they could just

Professor Sheila shows her clench fist. Tessa looks at me and wiggles her eyebrows. What special powers will we have? Professor Sheila continues, "As you all can see, this classroom has more standing space. It is built like that to support your training here. Don't feel scared to tap in your powers because everything in this classroom including the hourglasses on the shelf there are unbreakable. And mostly, don't fill yourself with negative thoughts. Negative thoughts suppress your energy wave. Let it flow freely, alright?"

“My name is Rosabella White and I’m going to be your teacher for Introduction to Elemental Magic.” Her announcement causes a small round of applause and she chuckles at our reaction, settling the books in her hands on the wooden desk in front of the class she leans her butt on the edge, arms crossed. “Since everyone is new to my class, I want you all to stand up one by one when I point to you and start introducing yourselves.” Turning towards the right, she points to the person in front, and unfortunately, that person happens to be Trinity Cain. Platinum bitch blonde from yesterday. I listen to every introduction in boredom until it got to Tamil’s turn.

" Yes! " We laughed. The next class... Is one of my favorite class. Especially when it has to be with Professor Shakes. "Come on, let's go." No spell today. It was just a magical mirror at our front. We all stood in a queie, one by one we'd walk close to this mirror and it'd read through our minds. It's funny because nothing is hidden from this mirror. I mean, whatever you're thinking will be opened! We couldn't stop from laughing at what others were thinking. Some could even think they were still little, they had this childish thoughts still in their minds.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

ZANA'S POV My next class was advanced Magic Theory. It was held in one of the older classrooms on the upper floor of the academy’s east wing. The ceilings were high and arched, and the windows stretched almost from the floor to the top of the wall. In the mornings, long beams of sunlight poured in and slowly shifted across the stone floor as the hours passed. The room always smelled like chalk and other magical elements. I had learned that was what happened when years of magic practice never really left.