Witchcraft Teacher Novels & Stories

The shading and texture of the bowl it sat in. The teacher was a truly free spirit. Ms. Tawnie, as she wanted to be called, was a hybrid of lycan and witch. She dressed like a flower child from the sixties. Her long flowing skirt and puffy tops. Her hair in locs with plants woven into them. She played music of ancient folklore. Dancing and swaying around the room. If I wasn’t such in a beautiful state of mind, I would question her sanity. But I really loved it here in this class.

I'm not sure how I managed to produce words; I'm shocked to the core. Samael glances at me with a pout. "Don't tell me you're more of a wagon type of girl..." The teacher scratches his chin. "But now that I think about it, that might be more romantic. We could add these lights and hearts to the wagon..." Blake howls in unhappiness at those words. I can't say my reaction is any better. My jaw is somewhere on the ground—I dropped it the moment the saddle appeared. Jesus Christ. Who is this teacher? I repeat my previous observation from the last time we met—Samael is a troll.

, Sarah voiced out in awe, she felt like a feather and so did Fredrick, “This, my dear is the sanctuary of the witch head. No one other than my guests are allowed to come here; you will feel light weighted since you are not a witch”, she explained to them, “In this sanctuary, almost all problems can be solved, you just need to remain extra silent while I meditate”. She formed a circle on the floor with salt and sat in the middle with her feet tucked under her thighs, “What is the salt for?”, Sarah asked again, why were witches so weird?

Henry let out a nervous laugh as he wrapped his fingers around the broom propped up against his side of the table. All at once, everyone set to work. Calling on my magic had become second nature now. During the first week of Witchcraft 101 classes, we had practiced drawing on our abilities, learning it’s shape and the feel of it flowing through our veins. We were to focus on the depth of the well within us. I didn’t bother telling Professor Merriweather how my well wasn’t a well at all, rather a vicious storm. I glanced around the room at the assortment of objects the other students had. There were pens and markers, blow dryers and hair brushes, along with mops, vacuums, and other miscellane

I whisper, and move to the balcony. Ruby Dorrows, a witch from my years at the Academy, stands at the threshold with her arms crossed over her chest. She’s tall and pretty, with long thick braids cascading down her back, fading from black to red and matching her long dress. Evander told me she started as a professor here three years ago, teaching first-years the basics of magic. She’s smart, coming from a long line of highly talented witches and warlocks. She’s decent at conjuring and has the power of telekinesis. We scored almost evenly on every test, with me coming out usually only a point or two higher.

She was pushing me to get inside the circle. "Okay-okay," I walked into the circle and she went in front of me and walked in a circular motion then sat the inside so I sat too. An old huge paper flew from above and stopped in front of me. There were words written in red ink in there. It might be the chant to perform the ritual of Craft Awakening. "Should I read this?" She nodded so I turned my gaze back to the paper. "I Zenith Adams, accepting the power of witchcraft." Then the circle around me turned blue, soon I saw my body floating. A beautiful shiny blue smoke was dancing around me, they formed into snowflakes of different sizes.

“You said teacher earlier. Is there someone who taught you witchcraft?” “Yes,” Yulene revealed. Not hiding anymore lies except for the greatest one. “My teacher is a powerful witch. You will be surprised when you looked at her. She is so much younger than her true age.” “Using witchcraft?” Belle asked, if witchcraft can maintain a person’s youthful appearance, can’t it be a potential heal that will always work?

He asked. “No!” I shouted on top of my lungs. “I don’t even know how to do that!” “Before going to the ceremony in another pack, I taught you how to manifest it. Now, I need you to start going through the process, okay? If you cannot do this, it is going to be harder.” Rufford seemed to be really serious now. I breathed heavily as I rested my back on the seats. I started playing the memories I have left and I searched for the part where he taught me everything about witch’s powers.

I fake-coughed to get their attention, and just like what I expected, they both startled as they turned around and glanced at me. "My Lady!" The teacher uttered with reverence as she slightly bowed. "Hmm, my lady, this is Mrs. Swan. She is the head teacher of Grooming and Etiquette in the palace!" Huh?! What was that?! "She is going to teach you the ways of the palace!" Miranda explained, and I just raised my eyebrow at them while my hands were on my hips.

"Why?" "Superpowers are not a free gift. Everyone has to pay a price to acquire a superpower and keep it by exercising and learning. Teleportation breaks the limits of space. It was a great and terrible power, and God took her life when he made her the lucky one." "Well, I'd better not get greedy." "You don't have to worry. When you officially become Chief Witch tomorrow, I will make the most gifted witch your teacher." Speaking of tomorrow's ceremony, I sighed silently.