Romans & histoires Witch Academy

I cleared my throat and sipped my hot chocolate drink before hearing Miss Elina’s voice again. “Before I reveal everything I know about you, I want to ensure you’re well-rested. However, I also know you can’t wait longer,” Miss Elina said, her voice low and controlled. A sense of gravity hung in the air, a warning that a significant secret would be unveiled. “Sabrina, you are not ordinary. Your mother hails from the witches’ clan, the archmages who practice black magic. They are the sworn enemies of this city, the infamous dark witches of the MacAuley Clan. And so, Sabrina, you too hail from that clan."

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

"I need your help." The witch raised an eyebrow. "And why should I help you?" she drawled with a lazy smile, her long black robe blowing in the wind. "I want to make you my apprentice," said Ace Christ. "I want you to take over vampire land and rule over both the Dark realm and mortal realm." Witch Theia thought about it for a moment and then nodded her head. "I accept your offer, Ace Christ, but I expect something more in return." She narrowed her eyes as if she expected him to give her something of value.

I asked. I was once told about the Vine of Witches by Namilla and my father. A coven of witches and wizards who draw their powers from the shape and ideology of water. They worshiped the saltwater goddess, Salacia who is in line with the Moon goddess. Which was why there was more of a connection and unison between the Werewolves and the Witches than the Vampires. “It all has to do with your mind. When you are ready to drink some water, you will break free from your healing cord and drink some water from this pot.” He told me and then left before I could ask any follow up questions.

This woman did not intend to join the witch organization so she did not know this information. Wilma enjoyed the meditation method she read from the basic meditation book she bought at the adventurers guild. She should be able to reach the middle-level witch so she can buy middle-level books in the adventurers guild. However, according to the info she got to get a chance to buy that middle-level witches book, she needed to reach C level as an adventurer in the adventurers guild.

Her movements were graceful, clearly well-practiced. Witches at the Royal Academy were trained to deal with the royal family, as my father could call on any one of them for advising or other jobs at any moment. Usually, though, they stayed in their tower at the center of the pack and were only seen outside on official Academy business. Everyone recognized their blue robes. Some of the pack kids started rumors that the witches were up to something, perhaps communing with demons, but everyone knew that wasn’t true. They devoted their lives to worshipping the Gods and studying the arcane, and while they couldn’t shift and had no wolves, some would argue that the magical abilities granted to the

Callista. The Witches’ Guild is situated on the other side of the country, deep inside the mountains. Since the beginning, it had been hidden from humans with stronger wards than the ones used in the Were packs, spelled into place hundreds of years ago. The Witches’ Guild consists of the Training Academy for young witches, the Magical Crime Investigation Unit, the Witches’ Council as well as the Hospital for Magical Maladies, abbreviated as 'HMM'. Never let it be said that people of magic did not have a sense of humor.

Jackson and his friends waywardly went back inside the room and continued their ritual; it was only a matter of time before someone got a whiff of his this and went ahead and reported to the council. The witch council governed my old and arrogant wizards. It was almost midnight, and I needed to go home; I went back to the party in search of Christa, but she wasn't anywhere near the party grounds, and the more time I waited, the quicker everyone here got killed by the witch council ( the system).

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

I put on a plain blue dress and rushed to the school. Salvation Academy is a school for all supernatural beings and the humans that serve them. The human world isn’t aware that we exist, but some humans have been brought into the world of dragons. Those who have been tend to be servants and will never rise above that station. Unfortunately, even the humans want nothing to do with me, so I keep my head down and focus on my courses, biding time, until I can enact my plan to disappear after I graduate. If I could leave sooner, I would, but any who tried in the past, were hunted down; the rest of their time here was made worse than the hell they tried to escape from. I was fortunate to have the