Novel & Cerita Witchcraft Academy

“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.

So, aside from being tagged as the duck, she was the grand witch of Mystic Academy. Mrs. Periwinkle cleared her throat while Mr. Randall stepped forward, waving his hands. He started, "Yes, everyone is to pair, but you are not allowed to pair with your friends or roommates. A senior cannot pair with another senior, and likewise, a junior cannot pair with another junior. This is different from last year." "The pairing goes this way: a senior and a junior, a werewolf and a witch, a witch, and any shifter," Mrs. Periwinkle added.

I feel stronger than I have before and hopefully it’s a matter of time before I can use dark magic. Ivy passes me a bottle of orange juice, and I take a long sip, enjoying the fresh taste. The food here is really, really good. “Do you know that this academy used to house over five thousand wolf witches?” Ivy randomly says. I shake my head. “No. Are there that many rooms?” She nods. “The academy is made with magic, old magic from the angels. They made this place to be a defense for their kind and the wolves before they disappeared.”

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.

Cace warned as he advised her to sit beside Levi and not in the middle of both men. "I'm always stubborn; that's one of the reasons why I'm a witch. I didn't choose this; no one wanted me to be a witch, but I stole my father's book of spells from the library and got suspended for it. But I'm still a member of the coven, just not recognized," she rested her head on Levi's shoulder and handed the reins to Cace so he could control the horse. Aeson whistled, cautioning Cace's next move. He held the reins firmly as he controlled the horse, and the journey continued on the path heading to the Dark Knight Academy.

They shared knowing glances at each other before walking into the building. "What is this place?" Nicodemus asked while he took proper view of the interior. He could pick multiple scents of Wolves and Witches,he was also certain there are Vampires in this large building. They took him to to another large room filled with couches. "This place is an Academy. The Dark Arts Academy for Witches,Vampires and Werewolves." Sabrina answered while they all sat comfortably on different couches. "Dark Arts Academy...." He muttered to himself. In a way,the name seemed to captivate him. "Why are there no rooms for Hybrids?."

the instructor snapped, her calm demeanor cracking. "That's a branch of knowledge that doesn't belong to your path. It's rooted in dark sorcery and witchcraft, not healing potion making. Not anything you're supposed to study." Her tone was final. "This is Twilight Academy," she continued coldly. "We do not teach such things, and you will never need that knowledge." "Witchcraft?" someone repeated under their breath, stunned. A voice from the back rose above the murmurs. "Wait... didn't a witch come to Twilight once? And... mate with the werewolf king?"

It's even shining. Or is it my eyes? I close my eyes, opening it slowly, and yes, it's still sparkling as though it's brand new. Why can't things ever be normal in this academy? There's either white haired twins stalking you or an infuriating Alpha who's protective and yet mean to you. I do not recommend this academy. ‎ ‎"Please don't be cursed. Please don't be cursed," I silently pray as I reach for the parchment. ‎ ‎I touch it, looking around to see if anything odd will happen but everywhere is quiet.

“What… what are you talking about?” The man turned to me, assessing me like one might a wild animal before deciding how best to break it. “A different punishment,” he said. “We’ll send you to the academy.” “What academy?” I asked. The Beta smiled. “Prescot Academy. The finest institute for our kind. It’s filled with shifters. Magic-wielders. Beasts in need of taming.” Even though I was a rogue, I knew Prescot Acedemy. Who didn’t? it was the most popular academy in the continent. It was prestigious and meant for the elite alone. Why they hell did they want to send me there>

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw Quinn sitting on the sofa. Her face flushed as she hurried over, and exclaimed, "Dr. Green!" Quinn glanced toward the kitchen, where I was busy, and instinctively shifted away from her. "What do you want?" he asked coolly. Sadie was completely unfazed, and she plopped down beside him. "Oh, nothing much. I heard that you're a teacher, and there are some words in my books I don't understand. Could you teach me?" She wore a wrap dress with a low neckline that left little to the imagination.