Romans & histoires Witch Academy

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

“Stop! We are keeping her, so stop with the murder plans!” Izzy’s eyebrows shot to his hairline as Beta Trent pushed his way through the small space with Silas following behind. He was the one I was more worried about taking the girl out before we had the chance to explain…whatever is going on here. “What’s your name?” Yeti asked. “Sally.” She replied. “Sally Knight. I’m a student from the witches academy and I was taken by Revolutionaries about five months ago.” “The Revo – what now?” I asked, honestly astounded that Derrick and his group of power-hungry murderous lunatics had a name. But then again, it made sense that they had a name everyone except us knew them by.

Her journey had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices, but she had embraced them willingly, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge. Within the hallowed halls of the Violet Moon Occult, Sasha had found a community of like-minded individuals, bound together by their shared fascination with the supernatural. Together, they had embarked on countless rituals, conducted intricate spells, and exchanged esoteric wisdom, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

signifies, Agatha, the first witch and the mother of all witches." Her eyes, serious. "What you are about to see is a secret that has been guarded for generations. These women are part of my coven, and they have been waiting for you." With a deep breath, Soraya pushed open the door. The room beyond was large and circular, it was illuminated by the warm glow of large candles arranged in a pentagram on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense. As Seraphine stepped inside, she recognized some of the women she had seen earlier in the village. They all stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. It turned out people from different packs were here, each woman

Set apart from civilization on the top of an obscure mountain and protected by powerful spells and wards that prevented free entry and exit, the coven seemed more like a prison than an academy for witches. The witches were ranked in four orders. The Novitiate, the newbies, dressed in grey robes, the Veteran, seasoned witches, the category I fell in, dressed in red robes, the Superiors dressed in green robes, while the Elders were immaculate in their white robes. Each had their own functions and roles that kept the academy rolling.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

He kept Viola in the company of the Durantes because he believed that she would be safer there. Gwenda Mae came from a long line of Salem witches, witches who could chanel. The Salem witches were a closely knit group. They had a way of channeling their powers among each other, it was what made them strong. They were also well versed in witchcraft and had extensive knowledge on control and balance. Viola needed a tutor, someone that would help her learn control and find a way to use her powers. Someone he could trust to do his bidding. Someone that Viola would learn to depend on.

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

I smiled and said… “Long time no see, Richard. I thought you died… remember the time when you said you couldn't live without me? ” He smiled and pulled me into the empty lot just near the gate, the truth is only a few are passing through this part of the university. Richard, one of my exes. I don't know how many, because he's not important. He is a famous member of Alpamabrascas, a brotherhood at the university taken care of by the board of regents ’so most of them are arrogant. This trash is a womanizer, and he thought I would be affected by his trashy toxic manner of collecting ladies. He just simplified the reason for me to be disgusted by him after three weeks. I remember him saying that