Triwizard Tournament Schools Novels & Stories

"May I ask from which school of magic are you from?" Nike asked politely. Since only he and Niccoli are the old students in the group, it was only them as well who knew that there are lots of other schools of magic aside from Iridos. "We are from Plufwarts Academy of Spell." One of the young warlocks replied as he extended his arm for a handshake "What was that sandman earlier? Since you have been here for several hours already, did you notice anything out of ordinary?" Nike continued asking after accepting the handshake offered by the other party.

He replied with a smile. “Elsa, you’ve been awarded a scholarship to school at the legendary Sheffield Academy.” He said, his tone sounding almost rehearsed. Sheffield Academy, it was like telling me I could now fly. No one in the history of Bulgaria has ever attended Sheffield. There were only six existing academies in the world; Sheffield academy, Bloodstone academy, Gomorrah Academy, Brenton Academy, Spirit Hound Academy, and Luna’s Crest Academy. Werewolves only attend the academy from twenty upwards. We are then taught science and art for two years in which we decide our path. so we are usually groomed and trained at home by our parents till twenty.

"I don't get to do that much, but Jasmine doesn't mind." Renee doesn't say more about that and I really think I know why and I am just happy to know her wolf's name. She then took a deep breath and began to tell me all about it. She explained how there was a whole other world, hidden from the non-magical people, where witches and wizards lived and went to school. She told me about Hogwarts, the magical school, and how it was divided into four houses, each with its own unique traits and qualities. As she spoke, I couldn't help but be amazed by her words. It sounded like something straight out of a fantasy novel. But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real.

“Then why go this far? If I’m nothing?” “Because even a spark can start a fire,” Lily said, rising to her feet. “And I have plans. Big ones.” I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of plans?” She laughed. “Oh, you really don’t know anything, do you?” She turned to one of her men. “Tell her.” The man stepped forward. His eyes were pale gray. “There’s a school,” he said. “A hidden one. Where powerful magic is taught. Only the worthy are invited. Royals, high alphas… and chosen Lunas.”

They both encouraged us to try harder so that we could emerge in the first position. I was a bit scared but I made sure to hide it since the press are there. Crystal High, Royal Academy and Golden group of schools are the third schools to participate. The question started at exactly two in the afternoon. The three schools were winning and it was hard to guess who would be the winner at the end of the day. "Shall we take a fifteen-minute break?" One of the judges suggested and we all danced to his turn. "You guys have been doing well so far" he moved closer to us and complimented us. We thanked him and he left.

I had been counting seconds to it and the birth year seemed less relevant to me. He pressed his lips in a firm line, but then he looked back at the paper, and only after a second he sighs and threw it on the table again. I stared at him nervously. What did I say wrong? "Our school is for werewolves only, and--" He started slowly, and I understood his hesitation. "I can train." I blurted, realizing the problem. "I don't need any special treatment!" He looked up at me in surprise and continued: "We have three grades, under 13, 13 to 16, and 16 to 19. Late boomers usually go into the first one."

Two ballrooms, a conference room where announcements are delivered, gatherings hosted, and other facilities on various floors of the school building. Furthermore, there is a cafeteria, a beautiful garden that stretches several miles outside the school, and various fields and courts for miscellaneous sports. All supernatural beings of various ages, colours, and ranks attend this school. Those from all over the world who want to become werewolf alphas, vampire kings and queens, witch high priests and priestesses, betas or gammas would come to our school for training and discipline. Additionally, there are also normal werewolves, witches, and vampires. The school is divided into different secti

Linly asks from her seat. "No, child. My father-in-law nullified my spellbook deliberately to trap us here." Then I look at the maid. "Ruth, is this Plandreas city?" "Yes." "Is there a school named Venduque?" "Yes." "Then there are mages. It's the school of witchcraft after all." "No, ma'am. It's a college school." "What's the difference?" "They don't study witchcraft." "Whaaat?" I groaned. "Who rules this city?"

There was no way she'd be able to sleep with so many questions in her head anyway. As they sat on Carrie's bed with bowls of cereal, Carrie began to explain. "Shadowbrook Academy is a school for supernatural beings, or genuses. It helps us develop and perfect our supernatural abilities, and also nurtures any natural talents or hobbies we have, all while giving us a regular education." Zeda's eyes widened as Carrie listed the different genuses in the academy: witches, mages, werewolves, vampires, and demons. She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon.

The back two rows were where the jocks sit, and they were almost always called on and rarely got an answer right. Minutes later, the other wolves filed in, the stragglers making it just before the first bell rang. The school was called Wolf High, an elite school for werewolves. It was located in the town just outside three bordering packs on neutral territory, so all the young wolves from those packs went here. It made for a great opportunity to create allies and maintain a balance in the area since we wolves could see the strength each pack possesses. I had a few friends I could rely on at school, but none were in my pack.