Witch Academia Diana Novels & Stories

The man responsible for their safety. As she watched him leave the room, a tear fell from her eyes, before she turned back to stare at her two angels, Ava, and Diana. She rushed towards them, and then bent to their level. "Mama, are you crying?" Diana asked with a worried look, while using her palm to rub clean the tears on her mother's face. While Ava was 14, and strong enough to shift into her wolf form, Diana was a frail looking 9 years old girl who was mostly considered as weak by everyone except her mother.

she hissed. "It’s not a threat, it’s a promise," I said, standing my ground. "Diana goes to the East wing, or we take this to the General Werewolf Council and let them settle it. I’m sure they’d love to hear how you connived with a doctor to steal Jordan’s frozen sperm." The silence in the hallway was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Diana looked back and forth between us, her "fragile" act starting to slip as she realized she wasn't getting her way.

Emma shook her head desperately “the humans know nothing about witch craft Joshua, she’s playing with your heads.” “No mother, Diana isn’t playing with anyone’s head, if the humans know nothing about witchcraft then what do you call science? What do you think science is? It’s witchcraft too mother, it’s modernized witchcraft and I am telling you that my wife was betwitched, she doesn’t even remember that her name was ever Diana, she calls her self…” Joshua looked away thoughtfully trying to remember Diana’s name in the human world, finally he remembered and snapped his fingers “she calls herself Melanie Clifford.”

Her eyes—deep brown—missed nothing. She looked like Liora’s mirror image—identical bone structure and soft jaw, full lips—but with bubblegum pink hair and a cooler gaze. If not for the hair and eyes, I would’ve sworn she was Liora herself. The woman stood and bowed gracefully. “Your Highness, I’m Diana, a witch from the Raven Coven, at your service.” Her smile was composed and warm. “Nice to meet you, Diana,” I replied, offering warmth. “Please, call me just Mira. You have a very pretty hair color. And you look familiar.”

But the way Diana stood there, so calm and composed, it was as if she had dropped a bombshell, and there was no going back. Anna stepped back, her hands, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "I don't believe you. You're a witch and just saying this to cover up. You don't want us to report you to the Alpha" She said . Yeah, that made much more sense to me Diana chuckled, the sound almost mocking. "The Alpha? You still refer to him as your Alpha?" She chuckled again "One would think that since you all are such high ranking Werewolves, it would be easy to differentiate between a witche's sent and a warlock's scent. But then, I don't care about that anyway, so let's go straight to the reason why I'm

"That's the quality of werewolves. Also, allow me to see if the wound has closed up." "There's nothing to see here, sir. You don't wish to answer my question." Diana said, getting up as well. "I will take my leave now." "Let's trade, Diana," Eugene said. He walked closer to her and stood before her, face to face. "I can smell your pack all over you. If you will admit to me what you are, I will allow you into the secrets of Fraco." Diana stood still. It was a tempting offer and just for a little yes to a question. But what happens after she learns of the secrets? Will he allow her to live?

She paused, her hand holding firmly onto her car door. "There’s nothing to talk about, Dave..." "Is this about high school?" Sia stared gravely at him. "It’s about everything, Dave." "How is Diana?" Dave asked, exhaling sharply. "Heard Micheal held her captive in the Dickson Mansion." "Since you heard, then believe," Sia replied. "You always do anyway." "Just a word with you, please." 🎋🎋🎋🎋🎋 Dickson Mansion

“It’s much better than when I’m fighting witches or scaring you from shifting.” “Well, I don’t mind you fighting witches. It kept me safe. And I’m slowly getting used to your shifting.” Maddox stroked the burnished softness of her hair, brushed his fingers along the slender line of her arm. “What happened with the witch?” she asked. He was hoping she wouldn’t want to know. Could she deal with the prophecy? Or would she be scared and rush away again? “The witch is fine,” he said. “Her name is Diana. Right?”

Upon the mutual understanding between Diana and Diana, Diana pursued her duty as the hybrid while Talia did her part as the last surviving witch in the Genesis Coven. Diana’s steps were light as she trudged to the center of the encampment. All werewolves from various tribes who chose to fight against the oppression of the Werewolf Committee and who were busy with readying the weapons and traps, healing the wounded, and transferring the cadavers, glared at her and Talia as if the situation was all their fault.

That night I took my cloak and went to Diana's cave. "Diana!" I called out. Diana is a witch who was casted out and I gave her abode and now she works for me. She's also afraid of the hybrid Alpha that's why she's helping me in destroying him. Being so powerful, she casted a spell that covered the Alpha's mate bond which she said won't last forever.