The Witch Academy Novels & Stories

So, aside from being tagged as the duck, she was the grand witch of Mystic Academy. Mrs. Periwinkle cleared her throat while Mr. Randall stepped forward, waving his hands. He started, "Yes, everyone is to pair, but you are not allowed to pair with your friends or roommates. A senior cannot pair with another senior, and likewise, a junior cannot pair with another junior. This is different from last year." "The pairing goes this way: a senior and a junior, a werewolf and a witch, a witch, and any shifter," Mrs. Periwinkle added.

Set apart from civilization on the top of an obscure mountain and protected by powerful spells and wards that prevented free entry and exit, the coven seemed more like a prison than an academy for witches. The witches were ranked in four orders. The Novitiate, the newbies, dressed in grey robes, the Veteran, seasoned witches, the category I fell in, dressed in red robes, the Superiors dressed in green robes, while the Elders were immaculate in their white robes. Each had their own functions and roles that kept the academy rolling.

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?

My heart pounded like it was about to explode from my chest. Callista chuckled and slung an arm around me. “It’s not a movie. These are real vampires and werewolves. Here at Eclipse Academy, we have five types of supernatural beings: Werewolves, Vampires, Incubi, Dragons, Ghouls, and Witches,” she said matter-of-factly. I shook my head. This couldn’t be real. Why the hell was I in a school full of monsters? “Please tell me this is an illusion,” I said, my voice trembling.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mandalynn Hope Ellis, you may call me Hope. I am twenty-four years old, the half werewolf half witch spawn of Alpha Leith Ellis of the Blood Moon Rising pack and his mistress the Sorceress Lady Abigail Caluder of the Black Witch Mountain coven. When I was two years old, my father found his fated mate his now Luna, Luna Helena. My mother had bowed out gracefully, but they still remained close and acclaimble in raising me. I spent my childhood between my father's pack and my mother's coven.

"That's your first real graduation, Bastian. Now teach the others." The Academy's first public demonstration came three months later. Parents, pack leaders, skeptics, and supporters gathered to watch these unusual students display their progress. The witch-blooded girl made flowers bloom in winter soil. The phoenix descendants created a coordinated fire display that painted stories in the air. The rare wolves showed abilities that defied traditional classification.

"I'm sixteen years old, Cole. I found out I was a witch less than a week ago. My mother has spent my entire life hiding this from me, moving us from town to town every time her latest boyfriend gets too handsy. I've never had friends, never had stability, never had anything that was mine. And then we move to this creepy town, and I find out I have power—real power—and I just wanted something to go right for once." The words tumbled out faster than I could stop them, and to my horror, I felt tears burning at the corners of my eyes. I turned away, furiously blinking them back. Queens don't cry, especially not in front of guys who already think they're disasters. The room fell silent except for

ZANA’S POV The first thing I noticed about the academy was the silence. Not the peaceful kind. No—this was the heavy, suffocating silence of people watching. The chains on my wrists clinked with every step as the guards dragged me through the massive iron gates of Prescot Academy. My head was held high, but my body ached from the journey, and my throat was raw from holding back the howl clawing its way up my chest. Dozens of students were gathered at entrance of the school, just mingling and talking. Their uniforms glowed white and gold under the sun. They smelled of power—pure-blood wolves, witches with magic in their veins, vampires with sweet scents. The elite.

Rita The Great Hall of Blackthorn Academy hummed with energy, the air thick with the mingling scents of magic, fur, and something faintly metallic—vampires. Rita stood among the crowd of new students, her gaze flickering over the sea of faces. The woman at the front—Alice—was undoubtedly a witch. Her arms jingled with beaded bracelets, her neck adorned with layered necklaces, each one humming with protective charms. "Junior students will be housed in eight-person dormitories," Alice announced, her voice smooth as honey. "Upperclassmen share four-person suites, and our pre-college foundational year students enjoy private studios."

"The most powerful witch in the town is Lord Loucas, he owns the funeral home downtown. He is a bone witch, as most are in his coven. The rest of us are good for fortune telling and some protection spells or jars." "Well, he was the most powerful in town. Now you are here! So, amongst us all, the title is yours. Are you in any coven? We would love to have you in ours!" Rachel blurts out, not holding back her excitement one bit. I was never in a coven. Not officially, that is. I was always working with my boys, raising them and teaching them, training them to the best of my ability. We are a team, but i never really saw us as a coven.