Witchcraft Academy Novels & Stories

Wind surged inward, pulling at her clothes, her hair, her very balance. “No,” Virelle whispered, stepping back, the pull intensified, invisible and unstoppable. “You were not supposed to be called yet,” the shadowed figure said, watching carefully now. Virelle’s heart raced. “Called where?” The figure met her gaze, and for the first time, there was something almost like concern in her expression. “Blood Oath Academy", the force yanked. Virelle screamed as the world collapsed into red light and vanished.

Not gonna lie few do witchcraft to hurt others but not my kind, not my family. My father was the head of our tribe as my mother taught only those who oath with their blood that they will not use these blessed powers to hurt others. If they crossed us being the head of the tribunal my father had the right to slaughter them like an animal infront of the whole tribunal to put fear in immortal bones.

“Yeah, it is. But it's not always that easy, sometimes the natural energy of a sorcerer isn't enough nor is it required for certain magical acts and in such cases, sacrifices or or use of magical objects will be used, has to be used.” “But if the ANTI is a book, how come it has magic, shouldn't it be a book of spells?” “The ANTI isn't like any other book, it's magic itself, magic beyond anything anyone has ever seen.” She continued to tell me more about the book and how powerful it was. I listened carefully though I was still almost lost in all of it as it was really overwhelming. Imagine learning more about myself and the supernatural world in such a short period of time. All my life, I had

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

Lucien nodded, “of course, I will call a meeting tomorrow. Let me draw up the paperwork then we can sign in front of our pack.” As I nodded I realized that we were both playing with a deck of cards that we didn’t know the hand to. I had no idea that Samantha was a witch. After judging Lucien’s reaction to her I don’t think he knew her full power. She had to be powerful. I had my own warlock and even he had told me her power while raw is massive.

"Incantamentum Luna Medeis Esperantos Lacerna Adaperio" It must be to remove the cloaking spell around the academy. The academy authorities were smart enough to hide their treasure from the human world as well as the creatures who are not registered, students. Which includes us. Talk about unregistered students…That's the biggest problem we are going to face next. Cynthia stops her chanting and turns towards us, her face rendering no such expression. "It's done. Walkthrough the wall. And-" she looks at Alex with a subtle warning. "Remember your promise." She says.

"This pamphlet includes your room key, your class schedule, and your bank information through Divinity Credit Union." I open the file and look at my schedule. I have Sparring, Angelic & Demonic History, Magical Studies, and Magical Enhancement. The classes seemed interesting enough, I turned the next page, and my eyes widened, my eyebrows almost shooting off my head. "Umm, Headmaster Simmins, where did this money come from?" "Ah yes," He said, glancing over my shoulder and looking at the page I was on. "That is a monthly stipend provided by the Academy; we want to ensure that our students never go without."

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

It was good to know that there was no pain involved in the process of transforming. "Well, what are you?" Rachel questioned, I had never had that question asked to me before. It made the metamorphosis of my change even more real. "I'm a Witch, I only really found out last week," they both reacted the way I expected them to. Their faces were the epitome of shock. "Are your parent's Supernaturals? I know on-occasion Supernaturals with adopted human parents are usually recruited into one of the Luveldom Academies," Rachel's British accent was really pleasant to the ears. It was also intriguing to find out that there were more Luveldom Academies around the world. "My Father is actually a Warlock

Magic, capable of destroying even a demon. In her bedroom, Sarah threw open her closet. Stripping naked, she slipped into the black robes of her old coven, robes that would protect her from weapon and magic alike. A dagger, a wand, and a bracelet ringed with gemstones. With these three items, she had toppled fortress walls, brought an army to its knees, and even slain a werewolf pack intent on taking her head.