Witchcraft Academy Novels & Stories

•Serena's POV• The Academy of Dark Arts. The Academy was made out of dark stone. Aged bricks bearing the weight of the massive structure. The long yards of plush white carpeting, overlaid by Tibetan rugs clashed with the newly designed crystal chandeliers. The Academy also had a prison where guilty witches and warlocks await their punishment. They were to serve us and make us more powerful and dominant over every other pack in the realm.

she smiled, walking away. The small crowd I was hiding with shifted away, and now I was very very alone in the center. Alstra walked back to the stage and continued speaking. “The academy was founded in the year of death by our master, ruler of hell and the king of all demons, Lucifer. He stuck a deal with the heavens. Demons, selkies, fae, all creatures from the underworld could walk amongst humans, on a condition. They survive a year long training in his academy and pass the culling.”

"The most powerful witch in the town is Lord Loucas, he owns the funeral home downtown. He is a bone witch, as most are in his coven. The rest of us are good for fortune telling and some protection spells or jars." "Well, he was the most powerful in town. Now you are here! So, amongst us all, the title is yours. Are you in any coven? We would love to have you in ours!" Rachel blurts out, not holding back her excitement one bit. I was never in a coven. Not officially, that is. I was always working with my boys, raising them and teaching them, training them to the best of my ability. We are a team, but i never really saw us as a coven.

Stone pathways veined with glowing quartz snaked between ivy-cloaked buildings—Gothic spires piercing the sky, arched windows flickering with contained spells, gargoyles perched on ledges that occasionally blinked if you stared too long. Students swarmed the space, a kaleidoscope of the supernatural elite. A pack of third-year wolves from the Crescent Clan loped across the grass in loose formation, their laughter a chorus of playful snarls, shoulders bumping as they jostled for dominance in a game that looked suspiciously like territory tag. Nearby, a coven of witches from the Veil Academy satellite levitated stacks of ancient tomes, the books orbiting their heads like obedient satellites wh

Wyatt asked me. "Not the faces, but the names, yes. Caluder was my mother's clan." I felt Wyatt's hand squeeze mine. "and the Spivey clan is from the Moon Valley coven. I can't speak for all of them, but over half of these women are witches." "That's what I was assuming." Wyatt said. "Did you sense any other supernatural beings inside the club when you dropped Mana's bond?" "I was too busy running from you." I said. "And zapping us." Archie added, mocking his hand as if they were electrified.

It was built as a place where supernatural bloodlines could train, develop their abilities, and exist without the complications of hiding from the human world. Students come from all over, some enrolled young, some brought in later when their abilities manifest in ways. They live here, train here, eat here, and for the duration of their enrollment this is their entire world. There is no going home for the weekend. There are no visits unless the academy approves them. The students are the part that really gets me. We pass a group of them in a wide courtyard. I slow down without meaning to because they are moving together in a coordinated way. Miss Odera tells me they are wolf students and kee

retreating his hand and rubbing the back of his neck with an aloof smile on his face. “Hello” Said Karina then she quickly continued to walk passed him out the door. “Wow everyone is sooo nice” Trevor said sarcastically as he walked toward us. “First they greet us with wolfsbane, then chain us up, what’s next? One of us get’s sacrificed?” Trevor said jokingly toward Jeff, but Jeff was unmoving now staring out the window of the log cabin. Outside, you could clearly see the kids from the coven playing hide and seek as if nothing happened. You look to the right and there were teenagers practicing their powers on a small training course but to the left of that you could see a congregation of th

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig

THE academy was full of chaotic students. There are some who had wings and they were chasing each other in the hallway, not caring if they crashed into the property of the academy. Chloe noticed that land origins are what distinguished every student, not by their elemental powers. They wore white robes with color and design at the back. There are three land origins that were classified in the Krystalline Academy: Deirdre with its inhabitants are called peasants, Markus with its denizens, and Vestia with its residents.