Witchcraft Academy Novels & Stories

Jake, Alex, and several other werewolves take turns training the young werewolves five times a week. I waited for Jake to leave before repeating my question to Alex, 'Recruit Vincent for what?' Alex glanced at me then sat down on his chair "Ah ... recruited him to be a member of this Pack." I looked at Alex with a suspicious look, "Then why is Jake against it?" "Because ... you know Jake hates your uncle." Alex glanced at his cellphone then asked, "Are you hungry? I'll order pizza if you want too." It was obvious he was trying to distract me. I stepped and stopped next to his chair, "Alex... you said you wouldn't hide anything from me anymore."

I never got to go there. "You haven't asked him." He shook his head slightly and closed the door. Everly shifted into a beautiful white wolf and began to run toward our house. He jogged around the car and opened the door. It was his favorite car. Blue Mercedes Benz. There are a lot of branded cars in the underground lot. Mostly they are designed by Jasper and his friends, Alessandro and Edward. They are part of 7A. 7A rules the wolves. And Alpha Queen Reina rules them. Everyone has to do what she asks, including me who hasn't ever met her. She's the headmaster of the supernatural academy. The name fits it. The students aren't normal. It's the only academy where all kinds of supernatural crea

I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

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

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.

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.

Every single one of them. The entire forest air was polluted with them. Everywhere smelled of them. It reeked of their superficial superiority complex. And I loathed it with every inch of my being. I stared at the medal in my hand, my eyes flickering to the giant iron gates. MoonCrest Academy. It's been two years since their pathetic joke of a treaty was signed. The lies embedded in scrolls due to their sickening desire to be in control of everything. And everyone. Two years since the gates of their most distinguished academy finally became open to witches. Two years of hell and finally I was right where I needed to be. A step closer to achieving my dream.

“Everyone says Lozark’s son is a student in the prestigious Wolves Academy. He is around twenty-two. Lozark must have given him a fake name with an ID. He's attending the academy as a normal student but no one knows what he looks like or what classes he attends.” The elders of the Kezent Moon pack made a sole rule for a wolf's strength recognition. Every wolf in the Kezent Moon pack must attend the Wolves Academy. An Alpha's son can only become the next Alpha when he graduates from the academy. “I will find him…even if he's hiding six feet under the ground.” My voice rises from the pain in my heart. “You can't cross the Green Line. Those wolves will shred you into pieces!” Scott kneels besid

I whispered the unlocking chant, letting my magic thread through the ancient markings. The tree creaked, split open at the base, revealing a staircase made of twisted roots and bone. With one last breath, I wordlessly and calmly walk down the stairs. The chamber beneath the forest was round, lit with torches that burnt green. Smoke curled through the air, heavy with herbs and deceit. There were at least twenty witches, all hooded, seated in a circle around a sigil carved into the dirt. And at the center… Aretha. Famous runaway powerful sorceress whom Hailey had repeatedly warned me about, Audacus’s greatest ally, lover and weapon who got intimate with both genders as a bisexual being. My vo