Wicca Academy Novels & Stories

It’s necessary. I outline the plans we’ve been working on: magical academies nestled within pack lands, protected by warriors and enchanted boundaries. Recruitment from every clan and coven. “No more girls growing up in cellars,” I say. “No more witches told their power is something to be hidden. We protect our own, all of them.” A silence follows, not heavy, but reverent. Then a white-haired elder stands, placing her hand over her heart. “You honor the moon, child,” she says. “And the future.”

Ancient vampire scholars who had witnessed the rise and fall of empires, werewolf generals whose strategic brilliance had shaped centuries of conflict, witch matriarchs whose knowledge spanned millennia, and fae nobles whose understanding of magic ran deeper than mountain roots. Together, we established The Rising Flame Academy, a magnificent fortress-like institution nestled in the Whispering Vale, where supernaturally gifted children could train in complete safety while fostering unprecedented harmony between species. Within its soaring halls, knowledge from vampire tacticians blended seamlessly with werewolf military strategy, while witch scholars collaborated with fae enchanters to creat

"But it wanted me to show you something specific." As our fingers touched, the vision came immediately, clear and vibrant. I saw a future version of the Centre Garden, expanded and thriving. Around its perimeter stood stone buildings with open courtyards, where supernatural beings of all kinds gathered to learn, teach, and heal. Young wolves trained alongside vampire children, witches shared knowledge with human apprentices, and fae demonstrated ancient crafts to anyone willing to learn. "The Royal Academy," Matthias said, the name coming to him naturally. "A place where all are welcome to learn the old ways and the new. Where balance is taught through practice, not just theory."

Werewolves hate witches, and him being a Lycan justified the fact that he had past history with witches. "I don't know if you've been to this school where they train werewolves, develop their skills, and help them reach their full potential in weeks. Anyone who goes to that school returns with the mind of a monster, only orchestrated to kill the enemy and anyone that stands as a threat to him or her. It's like a hellhole where you can find late shifters, Betas, Gammas, and Lunas. Young Lunas that need to learn the ethics of the pack and how the affairs are run. A lot of people in one space. If you want Lucas, that's exactly where we would go," she divulged, pointing to the far mountain with

I wheezed as I slowed my steps down to a walk, “I really need to exercise.” I was headed to the small village a few distance away from the base of the hill. It was there that the academy gets its supply from. Supply runs are alternated between every member of the coven, and the group usually comprise of a novitiate, a veteran and supervised by a superior. Ramona always made sure we were paired together so she could go on her own personal retreats so she doesn’t have to bother about the veteran in her group ratting her out.

The grounds were lit by lanterns that floated without visible support, casting everything in soft, shifting light. "Tell me," Kaine said as we walked, "what do you know about Crimson Moon Academy?" "Only what everyone knows. It's a place where humans and werewolves learn together. Where alliances are formed." "Lies," he said simply. "Pretty lies wrapped in prettier propaganda, but lies nonetheless." I said nothing, waiting. "Would you like to know the truth?" "Would you tell me if I said yes?" He laughed—a sound that was surprisingly warm. "Clever. I can see why they're interested in you."

Chapter 19: Top 15 and Still Invisible The afternoon classes blurred into each other like background noise Nico couldn’t turn off. First was Supernatural Ethics—dry lectures on Accords compliance, moral obligations of immortality, the ethics of blood sourcing post-war. He sat in the back, notebook open but pen mostly idle, staring at the page while the professor droned. Whispers followed him in, whispers followed him out. No one spoke to him directly. They didn’t have to. The Daily Fang notifications kept pinging on every phone in the room.

“The academy was founded in the year of death by our master, ruler of hell and the king of all demons, Lucifer. He stuck a deal with the heavens. Demons, selkies, fae, all creatures from the underworld could walk amongst humans, on a condition. They survive a year long training in his academy and pass the culling.” The crowd burst into loud screams at that. “There are no rules here,” Alstra looked straight at me. “And only the strongest survive. Good luck.” The crowd scattered immediately, and it seemed everyone knew where they were headed to. Everyone except me. I stood in the middle of the hustle, waiting for someone to at least tell me where I was going. Which is why not even a minute lat

"Come. There's something you need to see." The study smelled like old leather and ink, with underlying notes of the herbs her father used for protection wards around their property. Magical maps covered the walls, showing supernatural territories and pack boundaries that shifted like living things. But today, her attention was caught by something new on his desk. An elegant envelope, sealed with wax that shimmered with its own inner light. "What is it?" she asked, though something deep in her chest already knew. "An invitation. From Moonrise Academy." Miranda's breath caught. She'd heard whispers of the legendary school in her father's books and research—the elite institution where future pa

Shelley asks with caution. Tala fiddles with her lunch box. “Where I come from, witches are only evil. Here, I joined the student Christian Union, and they have one club night each month shared with the Wicca Society and the Spiritual Meditation Group. I had never heard of the Rule of Three before.” “That’s got to be a big change for you,” Shelley says. She hasn’t exactly relaxed, but she no longer looks as if she half expects Tala to want to exorcise her.