The Witch Academy Novels & Stories

the instructor snapped, her calm demeanor cracking. "That's a branch of knowledge that doesn't belong to your path. It's rooted in dark sorcery and witchcraft, not healing potion making. Not anything you're supposed to study." Her tone was final. "This is Twilight Academy," she continued coldly. "We do not teach such things, and you will never need that knowledge." "Witchcraft?" someone repeated under their breath, stunned. A voice from the back rose above the murmurs. "Wait... didn't a witch come to Twilight once? And... mate with the werewolf king?"

Chapter Two Chloe’s POV ORIENTATION DAY This was my second day in school, and things weren’t as bad as I thought they’d be. "Is the whole orientation thing going to take long?" I questioned my roommate, Rita, who was next to me as we both walked into the hall along with several other students. This was it. A school full of werewolves, witches, and powerful creatures. The academy was located in the central region, according to people. Children from different Alphas, Betas, and Omegas all attended this school. Most of the children, anyway.

Alpha Cameron yells, “Come in. You said you wanted her class schedule and supply list.” “Yes, Alpha. I can’t wait to start school tomorrow.” “We sent for the papers from the Werewolf Anatomy Academy. They sent us your grades and accomplishments. You, young lady, are very smart. Straight A’s for the last three years, and so far this year. You are three credits short of finishing your forth semester of college in wolf anatomy. You can finish that here, and the academy here said they will allow you to take classes this summer. If you are willing to work hard you can finish college in two years.”

I feel stronger than I have before and hopefully it’s a matter of time before I can use dark magic. Ivy passes me a bottle of orange juice, and I take a long sip, enjoying the fresh taste. The food here is really, really good. “Do you know that this academy used to house over five thousand wolf witches?” Ivy randomly says. I shake my head. “No. Are there that many rooms?” She nods. “The academy is made with magic, old magic from the angels. They made this place to be a defense for their kind and the wolves before they disappeared.”

“I’ve contacted someone at Academy to help figure out what’s wrong with your powers.” “Really?” My heart races with excitement. “Does that mean my powers will be unbound soon?” “Yes, with luck. Soon your wolf will be back,” she replies. “And Academy...” I remember Hera telling me that Sheila was Academy’s youngest Head Herbalist. “Can you tell me more about Academy?” “Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various research programs.”

Her dark eyes were sharp and guarded, and she gripped the edge of her plastic tray like she was ready to flip it at my face if I insulted her. "Most people in this room would rather die than speak to a high-ranking witch like that," I noted, and the corners of my mouth twitched upward into a faint smirk. "I'm not from this room, and I don't play by your stupid rules," she answered flatly, and she picked up her plastic spoon to start eating her gray oatmeal without another word. The sheer audacity of her silence fascinated me, because everyone else in this school was obsessed with their own status. Viremont Academy was supposed to be the pinnacle of supernatural education, but it was really j

I asked. Cain was the one to answer. “Trust us, if it were up to us, we'd have nothing to do with you. However, the Alpha is desperate. The future Luna has fallen ill, and, unfortunately, only a witch can save her now.” The carriage fell silent as his words sank in. There were still so many questions swirling through my head. For starters, what the hell was an Alpha? Did he mean... the leader of a pack of wolves? Something clicked into place.

Starting fires, however, that drew attention. “It’s alright…” I sighed, taking it easy just this once. I already had a reputation of being a hard ass, but one more incident and I’d have the Witches council up my ass for the rest of the school year. The shrill tone of this morning’s bell sounded, chiming through the corridors of the Magisterium. Young witches flitted about, snatching books out of lockers, and ending conversations in a hurry to race to their classes. “Everyone make their way to their homeroom, and remember ‘it is not the magic that makes the witch, but the quality of her character’.” I bellowed, reciting our Academy’s motto as I made a beeline for my private office.

Cora looked all around her in amusement, suddenly feeling self conscious that almost everyone else was in uniform. The great hall was larger than any other hall she had ever been in. It was old and musty and ancient and comfortably housed over a hundred students in it. It had ancient murals on every side of the walls that told the story of the werewolf history. The ceiling was a large dome of ancient drawings and glittering magical stars. It was magic. Magic kept it alive. The whole academy was spun from magic, from the very first Lycan mages. A chandelier hung from the ceiling like the bejewelled corpse of a giant spider. It was old, grim and haunting to Cora.

I opened the door to my office and made my way to the desk and sat down in my chair. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a long breath while leaning back in my chair. ‘Alpha?’ one of the omegas that was in charge of watching Viviana’s parents mind linked me. ‘what is it Felix?’ ‘our guests are getting restless and are wondering when they could speak to you’ he responded back to me. ‘Tell them, I am still out and will be home shortly’. ‘Yes Alpha.’ I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. There has to be a way to come up with a peaceful solution. Alec scoffed ‘oh yeah because when have we known witches to be peaceful?’ he spat at me. I rolled my eyes to his comment but he wasn’