Witchcraft Teacher Novels & Stories

I asked, wondering how this meeting would work. “Duncan, since he is the Alpha. He will conduct the meeting. Neo as the beta and as someone present at the scene will be there. The parents of the kids who got hurt. Ed, who will speak about injuries caused. And then two witches. I will be your teacher, looking pretty, while Argon will be the representative of Fire witches.” I was confused. “I called my friend to train you. I think this is a good opportunity for him to gauge your level.”

“We just need to act normal. Go to class, do our spells, and stay out of trouble.” Easier said than done. --- Daily Life at the Sanctum The following weeks passed in a flurry of lessons, practice sessions, and late-night study groups. Their first class each day was Spellcasting Theory, taught by Professor Eldryn, a stern woman with a knack for making even the simplest incantations sound life-threatening. “Today,” she announced one morning, “we will practice summoning elemental wisps. These creatures are harmless but require precision to control. Pair up and begin.” Anna partnered with Ryan, their wands poised as they chanted the summoning spell. A tiny wisp of fire appeared in front of them,

Alfred said with a smile, and Davies cut in. “I said it. Mrs. Sarah is a witch!” Davies said. “Why would you talk like that? Don’t you know the discrepancy between the two subjects?” Alfred said. “I don’t think there is any discrepancy between a witch and a magician,” Davies said, and the other juveniles nodded their heads in affirmation. “Alright, let me burst your bubbles. A witch uses her power to kill and destroy while a magician creates, builds and saves. In a layman’s language, magicians are creative…,” Alfred said, and the juveniles cut in.

not a student quickly breaks away from Sage's body. She fumbles around, dragging her skirt down. She bends forward, gathers her white thong up and adjusts her shirt. It’s crazy to see this but… The woman I’m looking at is…literally the new teacher. I look closer and there I see it. She’s the new coach for our swimming team. Omigod. Sage's banging the new teacher? Still rattled to the bones, the woman hurries over and shoulder passes me with red cheeks. I look behind her, watching to know what must have attracted Sage and I see the perfect

Sage. I stood under the gushing water of the shower, savouring the moment of peace before I dressed and headed to chaos of teaching my witchcraft classes in the mystical academy. I loved being a teacher but I was barely older then some of my students and teenagers were not easy. There was also the turbulence of my personal life over the past few years but things were looking up and somehow any heartbreak I had endured was correcting itself.