The Witch Academy Novels & Stories

Fury bubbled in Helena's gut as she flung open the doors to the room the meeting was taking place, her magic causing the air around her to crackle. "Wh-, What is the meaning of this?" Stuttered one of the gathered Weres, as he tried and failed, by his wide-eye stare, to appear unaffected by her presence. Helena prowled deeper in, ignoring his question, the sound of her soles tapping against the wooden floorboards echoing in the quiet room.

I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

“I know. I just want him to hurry the fuck up, that’s all.” She smiles wryly. My Fati always bounces back. She never lets a bad feeling pin her down for long. “Anyway, Dean Guia, what are we doing about your students?” Yeah, you heard that right. I’m the head dean of the werewolf college at Arcadia Academy. The witches’ college is overseen by the High Priests and Priestesses of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone covens. How did that happen? Simple. We’ve got three alpha wolves in Arcadia—me, Arya, and Naomi—and alpha wolves don’t share power easily. Eventually, they will fight for dominance if we don’t give their wolves something to control.

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

For a few moments, I thought she would run away from me. Although she is a powerful witch, even an ordinary wolf can snatch her life away when caught by surprise, let alone an alpha wolf. The witches’ bodies are not so different from humans; their physical abilities are the same; they can get hurt and die at the same rate if not for a healing spell of witches, but Agatha cannot heal herself; it is one of the curses of a white witch.

"Are you okay?" "I am fine. What happened?" "I do not know. The magic just exploded. The wards shattered. The whole academy is in chaos." I looked around and the wolves were scattered and the buildings were damaged and the sky was dark. The torches were out and the tapestries were torn and the walls were cracked. The magic was gone but the pressure was still there. The tension was still there. The dread was still there. "The witch," I said. "The witch in the cells. Is she still there?"

By the next morning, preparations had already been made for Anastasia to begin school. Not just any school… The Supernatural Academy. It was where supernatural children were sent after their first manifestation. A place where young witches, wolves, vampires, and other supernatural children learned to understand the powers that had awakened within them. Anastasia was only ten. But her manifestation had already begun. And that meant she had to go. The large black carriage rolled slowly through the academy gates. Almost immediately, the atmosphere changed.

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

“It worked. I can’t smell you.” “I feel… weird,” I admitted. “But also… kind of strong.” “You should. That spell lasts as long as you want it to. Break it, and you’ll be you again.” “Thank you,” I told the witch, who was now rummaging through her things. “Pleasure doing business,” she said. “Oh, and don’t get caught. I don’t do refunds.” We laughed. Kind of. Michelle escorted me to the borders of Clawstone Academy, our twin academy just for boys.