Novel & Cerita Wicca Academy

The elders specified in the respective field will be the headmasters of the following respective fields. It was compulsory for the witches and wizards who chose to live a life like mundane to send their children to the academy. Bullying is not allowed in school. The academy will be near the coven place. After all the academy discussion, we discuss the witches' rules who wanted to live a mundane life. Those rules are as follows: 1. They are not allowed to use magic in front of human beings. 2. It is compulsory to attend a meeting held by the coven once a year.

This was not supposed to happen. I don't want to be touched. Ever. Again. Aiden turns, signalling with his head to follow him. As a true submissive, I have to walk behind him. Not next to him, like a normal person, like a valued person. But I follow him. Because what choice do I have? How far will Aiden go to make sure his ridiculous plans go ahead? What did Henry take off him? Why is he so vexed on revenge? I trail behind him, a submissive already in formation, through the silent, dark halls of the academy. Nobody is up yet. Our footsteps echo off the marble. Cold statues of long-dead dominants line the walls like silent witnesses.

•Serena's POV• The Academy of Dark Arts. The Academy was made out of dark stone. Aged bricks bearing the weight of the massive structure. The long yards of plush white carpeting, overlaid by Tibetan rugs clashed with the newly designed crystal chandeliers. The Academy also had a prison where guilty witches and warlocks await their punishment. They were to serve us and make us more powerful and dominant over every other pack in the realm.

said Azareel, his face now getting cold then he continued his words. "Chimera came to me, they said the first clue was in Blue Star academy," "He said there is a clue we are looking for, I'm sure you all don't know what we are looking for, but most likely what we are looking for right now is where the crystal cube is located," "He said again, this world is full of magic, herbs and poison, as well as sophisticated magic tools even more sophisticated than on Earth." "More sophisticated than the technological tools on earth? It seems like an interesting journey," Leonard said, stroking his smooth chin.

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.

With this vision in mind, she embarked on a groundbreaking endeavor—the creation of a werewolf academy. Eva, with the support of Damien and the pack council, began building the academy from the ground up. The academy, known as Luna's Reach, stood as a testament to their commitment to unity, growth, and protection. It was an awe-inspiring structure, nestled amidst the sprawling wilderness, towering with grandeur and purpose. Word of the werewolf academy quickly spread throughout the supernatural community, attracting werewolf enthusiasts from far and wide. Membership turnout surpassed all expectations, with aspiring werewolves eager to join the prestigious institution.

I replied, controlling the urge to roll my eyes, reminding myself that I was the heir to the water kingdom and needed to treat my citizens with respect. Adriana looked at me, confused. She only had a sliver of divine power; she was maybe one-sixteenth God, if not less than that. I wasn't sure why the academy had invited her. Her tiniest amount of power wouldn't have made a difference around the mortals. The mortals would've assumed she had a water affinity; they would chalk it up to the elements and call her a Wiccan. But the council had determined that anyone showing any amount of a God-given gift was to attend the academy.

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans

He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.

A shiver ran down my spine and I looked away from them. A portly warlock met us at the wide entrance. "Welcome, Meredith," he said on a low note. "It is a pleasure having you here." "The pleasure is mine, Sebastian," came the reply of our old priestess. He proceeded to lead us in. Past the lavishly adorned halls and corridors we went, then into an impossibly massive stone hall lighted with several candles. Multitudes of witches were already gathered, and ahead of us, sat on a single throne-like chair, was the head of the House of Wicca, the Witch Queen herself; Allegra Cavajo.