Witch Academies Novels & Stories

June told him, gritting her teeth as if just talking about Wayne made her teeth sour. After all, he was once his slave and a punching bag, now he was in the country’s top national academy, which she never even dreamed of entering. “What? An academy?” Xavier raised a brow. “Which one? Who dared to take a sickly kid like that?” “Vanguard National Academy of Wolves,” she gritted her teeth as she informed him, taking Xavier by shock. “How could that be?” His eyes widened. “Even I was not able to enter there! It would be impossible to bring him back, the defenses there are quite strong.”

“What… what are you talking about?” The man turned to me, assessing me like one might a wild animal before deciding how best to break it. “A different punishment,” he said. “We’ll send you to the academy.” “What academy?” I asked. The Beta smiled. “Prescot Academy. The finest institute for our kind. It’s filled with shifters. Magic-wielders. Beasts in need of taming.” Even though I was a rogue, I knew Prescot Acedemy. Who didn’t? it was the most popular academy in the continent. It was prestigious and meant for the elite alone. Why they hell did they want to send me there>

Methodical growth following careful planning. Each opening was celebration and challenge. New directors learning to lead. New students discovering their potential. New communities forming around shared mission. By the fifteenth anniversary, we had eleven academies operating across North America. Training two hundred twenty students per year. Building alumni network approaching one thousand wolves. The impact was becoming measurable at continental scale. Progressive pack policies were spreading faster. Traditional hierarchies were softening in regions with high concentrations of academy graduates. Cultural attitudes about rank and bloodline were shifting perceptibly.

Streaks of tears began to fall down my face, blurring my vision, but I wiped them off quickly before they could fall freely. I wouldn't fall here, I told myself. Not when I knew what awaited me if I failed. As I kept walking away, Dante's insults fading into the distance, I recalled an announcement I had read on my pack's notice board last week. About Lunaris Academy, the one and best academy in the whole wolf kingdoms that tested the grit and strength of boys and determined who would become alphas or pack betas. The only catch was that it was for boys only, and they were trained far away from the packs, stripped of comfort and forced to become strong or break trying.

"Your Majesty, this is my office…" "And I'm the Lycan King." I moved around the desk, settling into his chair with deliberate ease. I leaned back, folding my hands across my stomach. "Now. Shall we discuss the state of the Academy?" Lucas remained standing, his gaze turning wary. "If this is about the omega, then my decision still stands.” "The Academy has been declining in prestige over the past five years," I interrupted smoothly, “Your enrollment numbers are down twelve percent and several prominent families have withdrawn their children to send them to the Silvermoon Institute instead."

Even though she still chats with the girls, they never spoke about school. "Crescent academy?" she asked. She still had a year before she graduated and went to college. Crescent Academy is the most prestigious werewolf school and so is its university. For a while she forgot about her studies. "Yes. You're a strong Luna, Vesper, but I also need a Luna who could sit beside me in diplomatic settings and boardrooms." Kyrell saw the confused look in her eyes. He knew it was a lot for her to take in. "Looks like you already have everything sorted out." Vesper shuffled closer to him until her knees brushed his.

I guess sending one letter wouldn't hurt. I ran as fast as I could toward the main hall, where my friends had already headed. This academy building is enormous. If I were still an ordinary person, I would be exhausted from running around the whole place. Yes, this…Evencrest Academy. The advanced academy that werewolves go to before they officially become Alphas, Betas, Lunas, or... something else; I honestly can't remember the rest. It's a three-year program, and most students start at sixteen.

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

Vaike responded honestly. Even now, he couldn't shake off the chill crawling up his spine. - Saintly Woods Academy was a prestigious private academy for elites located in Springberg. Its vast campus was perpetually filled with the sounds of studious students amidst rustic and picturesque landscapes. It was the pride of Springberg, renowned for its academic and educational excellence. A glance at the school's alumni would reveal the multitude of brilliant individuals it had produced and the numerous accolades it had achieved.

“You’re not what I expected.” “What did you expect?” “Well, a shriveled up old woman with a mustache.” I had no idea why I was trying to joke, but a flicker of light in my current situation seemed fitting. “Good to see you come packed with a sense of humor,” he laughed. “But I’m part of the Moon Guardians. Let’s just say it’s the werewolf equivalent of a student council at the academy. It’s our work to bring back new pups. You can see me as your recruitment officer, or whatever you humans call it.”