Witchcraft Academy Novels & Stories

The moment Hylda came into the picture and put Sadie to death the tradition had died with her. The witch's quarters looked old and worn down from years of neglect. Sadie was long gone by the time she had even been permitted to enter the pack house but she'd heard from the older generations what it used to be like. The walls apparently had a glow to them from the amount of magick in the room. There was rumored to be a large crystal sat in a well, center of the room where the users would replenish themselves. Foliage decorated the room making it look like a green house with work stations set up. Large wooden work tables covered in rare ingredients and spells books from past generations lay on

“That’s what you say. Your dress is already fitted.” Of course she did. When the High Witch decided something, it was already settled. “You’re parading me like a prize goat.” I sat down in the oversized black chair. She arched a brow. “A goat? At least pick a swan.” “Swans bite.” She smirked. “So do you.” My irritation faded to amusement. Anxiety clawed at my chest. “This summit is a terrible idea. You want me in a room full of fae lords, vampire counts, and—” My stomach twisted. “Alphas.”

I actually want witches to have the opportunity to be at the Crimson Claw Academy. It houses the finest of the werewolf breed which equals an infinite amount of power sources for us! We get a proper education and we have an infinite pool of power from hormonal teenagers! Beautiful chaos if you ask me. “Anaya, don't you have anything to say?” My name was called and I turned to look at my clan people. “No, I don't have anything to say. Let's just focus on surviving today,” I said to them, which shut them up pretty fast.

She could finally hear her mother call out to her. “Cherry.” “Mom.” “Listen to me please. Do you see the woman who handed you the necklace?” “Yes.” “She's a friend. I need you to go with them. They are there to bring you back home.” “Okay.” The Good Witch cast a levitation spell on the girl and she was able to get her out of the tree. Then she had Isabella's father hand her the water sack. She poured the contents over the girl's tail. Her scales stopped flaking and her wounds stop bleeding. The witch took out the shell.

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

Jared and I have been living in Arcadia, our capital city—named after the ancient city where Selene’s werewolf son, Lycaon, first settled. The first of us. Our Arcadia honors our forefather and serves as the heart of our world. It houses the governmental seat and the academy where wolves and witches train side-by-side—learning to fight, to hone our affinities, and to wield our Goddess-given gifts. From ages 18 until we find our mates, we live and breathe the academy. It molds us into the wolves the Goddess meant us to be.

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.

The crystal barely produced a pathetic, flickering gray smoke that dissolved within seconds. The head mystic had sniffed in disdain, scribbling Negligible Core… Unaligned Alpha of Iron-ridge academy on his note. I caught Aiden’s distant, unreadable gaze from the upper balcony. He didn't blink, but the slight relaxation in his jaw told me I had played the part perfectly. I spent the rest of the three-hour class sitting in the back row, absorbing every syllable of the instructor's techniques, memorizing the different hand gestures and internal focus points by heart.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

This is something I’ll definitely bring up to dad that we can integrate at our full moon runs. Throughout the night I stay by Sierra and I let her introduce me to most of the high schoolers at the party. A few of the drunk guys even begged me to shift because they had never seen a wolf before but I kindly told them no. Sierra doesn’t seem like the most popular girl at school but everyone still knows who she is, although that doesn’t really surprise me since she is the daughter of the coven’s doctor.