Wicca Academy Novels & Stories

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

*** “It’s called The Mending Vale. This is where ancient witches used to come to help gather energy from each other. Or to heal any one of them. It’s why you came…To be healed.” “How can this place heal?” “Because every witch who’s ever lived left remnants of her energy here. And like the plants and trees around us, those seeds of energy grow into bits with the strength of trees. Capable of great magic. You came to connect into that like a wick being lit.” “I didn’t know that about this place.” “Very few do. But it doesn’t change the fact that your spirit knew. Your magic does.” “I have no magic.” She chuckled softly in a way that told me she thought otherwise. “You’ll see soon enough, Dear.

"At the gathering. Yes, I know you warned me this might happen. No, I'm not ready to discuss it yet. But you were right. The signs are becoming impossible to ignore." I creep out of my room and position myself at the top of the stairs where I can hear better. Margaret is in her bedroom now, and her voice is getting more strained. "The girl needs training. She needs guidance. She needs people who understand what she actually is, because I clearly don't. You said the academy could help. You said they specialized in situations like this." My stomach drops. Academy. Training. Understanding what I am. "I know they were supposed to wait. I know the plan was to give her a normal life for as long as

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.

After being driven out of the pack by Beth, she became a rogue. But she started to lose her mind—she could barely recognize me anymore. "No," I said, shaking my head. "I haven't seen her in a long time. I'm planning to talk to Raymond about visiting her soon." "Well... are you planning to go back to school? Without Beth around, you should be able to graduate soon," Eileen asked, referring to our werewolf academy, Moon Goddess Academy. It was where we studied werewolf history, learned to shift, and trained our abilities.

The same team where I'm the assistant coach. The Moon Eclipse Pack runs one of the most elite academies in the country. The Moon Eclipse academy—a place that grooms the one percent of the one percent prominent werewolf heirs—Alphas, Betas, Gammas. A place where ranks matter more than brains and where anyone without a prominent family name is disposable.

“Nirvana, you’re here.” I turned around and saw Dylan. “Hey. How long you’ve been here.” We hugged each other. “Yesterday. Congrats, by the way. I’m happy for both of you.” “Thanks. So what are you doing here?” “Apparently, Zarah forgot to mention the Alpha King had vast collections of books, and I read some of her Grimoire and other Wiccan books.” “What’s Grimoire? Wiccan?” “Book of spells, Book of magic. Wiccans are people who believe in supernatural magic,” Aira answered. She looked like a girl you just wanted to sit with on the couch, had some margaritas, and talked all day.

She whispered, holding his arms, trying to calm him down. "The Elite Academy is ready to take our werewolves students so that they can resume their education over there." She informed. The Elite Academy was the oldest academy and the only academy in the whole world managed by God himself. But the only problem was that all kinds of creatures around the whole world used to study there, whether it was vampires, witches, mermaids, angels, demons, fairies, hunters, and many more. The demand for that academy started getting low when separate creatures started building separate academies in their region because they couldn't stand staying in the same place where their enemies used to stay.

Even though Alex and the others didn't mind me joining but I didn't want to disturb the Pack meeting after all I also didn't want them to think of me as this Luna Pack even more so I went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. Since at this time of the year all werewolves are usually busy with their training, classes, or work, there's only me alone in the kitchen and dining area. I made myself a sunny side up egg and toast and ate it while texting back from Jenna and Eric. Jenna decides to enroll at a local university in this city, while Eric is accepted at a well-known private university even though the location is quite far. I'm not too surprised because among the three of us Eric is the m

With a squeal, she went in for a hug, only to back off at the last second, her grin turning sheepish. “You won’t regret it, we promise!” I said nothing as I turned and made my way to class, slipping into the room with two minutes to spare. In History of Wicca we continued to discuss the results of Nyx gifting the people of this island with wolf spirits, and Hecate gifting the people with magic. We went over the centuries of bickering, wars, and eventually coexistence between our peoples. Afterwards, as I headed to my Witchcraft 101 class, I felt a phantom tug on my wrist. I passed by an empty classroom when that tug became a pull. It yanked me into the room, only for the door to slam shut be