Romans & histoires Witch Academy

No one argued, and Hannah and Gina moved to sit at the foot of the bed while Joshua lingered by the window. "I did something..." Alex couldn't look at anyone of us as she spoke. "For the last couple of weeks, you all have been asking me how I got so powerful. The truth is I made a deal with the dead witches of my coven. They would lease me their magic as long as I ascended into our coven and offered the sacrifice they desired." "Sacrifice?" Hannah repeated, "what coven are you from?" She asked. "You knew my great aunt Ardriel better known to you as Amanda when she gave up her powers and walked away from the covenant, choosing not to be a witch and pay the price..." Alex trailed, "I'm from th

“It worked. I can’t smell you.” “I feel… weird,” I admitted. “But also… kind of strong.” “You should. That spell lasts as long as you want it to. Break it, and you’ll be you again.” “Thank you,” I told the witch, who was now rummaging through her things. “Pleasure doing business,” she said. “Oh, and don’t get caught. I don’t do refunds.” We laughed. Kind of. Michelle escorted me to the borders of Clawstone Academy, our twin academy just for boys.

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.

“She’s been in the pack for twenty years. By all accounts, she’s a good witch. She’s trying to get her old coven to work with the pack on the massacres. Her coven has felt a growing darkness. They think it’s related.” “Can we invite her out here?” Thea said. “I’d like to try to build an alliance because there will be evil witches to fight. We need good witches on our side. Maybe her coven has contacts out here she can put us in touch with, and maybe she could help me figure out my gift.” “Walter,” Alpha Ulric said. “Go ahead and invite the witch and her mate to come here for an extended stay. Anytime after graduation. I’m guessing she has a suspicion about Thea and won’t turn down the offer.

Richards Pov I was exhausted but I don't want to give up, not again, I have a lead to save Dame, I am running through this whole forest to reach that place, which will be closed soon, so far I never thought this place ever existed. All reckoned that place is just a folk story now it is confirmed really exists all thanks to Hansa, yep only true mate of Leo who is white witch queen and one of three sentries who were a witch, a hybrid, and a warlock. We three were the ones supposed to protect the Savior of the supernaturals for that we must protect his source of power. Confusing? Let me explain, Savior was the person who was blessed by all mighty and a true warrior of god who was born to protec

Maelik said. “I know.” “That alone is enough to make half the Dominion think the academy is on fire.” “It nearly was.” Maelik’s gaze slid toward him. “I heard.” Of course, he had. Nothing truly stayed contained at Blood Oath Academy, least of all a summoning gone wrong in the central ritual chamber. Theron kept his eyes on the grounds below. “Then you know I had other priorities.” Maelik was silent for a moment. Then, “The girl.” not a question. Theron’s jaw tightened. “Her name is Virelle.”

She remembered that Ayan had told her that lady Amelia was a dark witch. Dark witches always used blood for all their magic. Kasha took out a small dagger from her boot and used it to make a long gash on her palm. She dripped the blood on the handle. The lock turned and the door opened. Kasha peered in to it. It was pitch black. She took a small touch from her pocket, switched it on and walked through the door. She gasped as she found herself in the middle of the demon kingdom. The streets were empty.

My hand drifts toward one of the volumes. The title alone makes me draw back. The History of Witches and Warlocks. I nearly drop it. Such books are forbidden within these walls, condemned as dangerous, heretical. Even Father, stern though he was, would never have permitted one in his library. How then is it here, in the attic, with others like it? For when I look again, I see more titles lined along the shelf and strewn upon the table. The Book of Spells and Witchcraft. Witches and Courts: The Battle. Battle of Magic. Witches and Their Origin.

Zeke was strangely quiet, his eyes darting between the two witches but he found himself unwilling to intervene, his instincts warning him to remain silent. The solitary lamp flickered as a sudden breeze stirred throughout the room, cold enough to cause goosebumps to appear on their flesh but the voodoo witch seemed not to notice. Instinctively, Merlin rubbed her arms and gazed quizzically around the room before turning her gaze back to Onika. "Ah sacrifice mussi mek, ah blood sacrifice (A sacrifice must be made, a blood sacrifice)", Onika stated, her eyes taking on a faraway look. "Yuh will overcome much an yai waata will bi shed (You will overcome much and tears will be shed)", she continue

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.