Novel & Cerita Witches Academy

“We originate and carry Owens blood. The Owens are the first of the witches. We started with warlock Joshua who married a woman with magic in her but wasn’t a witch at the time. Their children were all powerful, their spells of banishment and healing are the most potent. Some witches in our family have been said to not need spells or potions just naturally occurring magics.” Freda stands putting her hands out for Ivy to take them. Her eyes linger on Ivy genuine and warm. “Be not afraid of the power with in.” Freda speaks softly. Ivy shook her head and ran to the stairs and climbed down rushing to the living room to find her dad had passed out. “Dad? Wake up. Dad. Das please we need to go.” I

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

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the witch nods, "but this war is a show of wills. I want to show you all I can, make you all fall. Wolves, dragons, vampires, faes." "Faes are a peaceful kind. They never hold arms." "That's where you are wrong," the witch challenges, "The faes hold unknown magic. That alone should be alarming." "Why?" "I'm searching for a power that is far greater." "The ancient power of the wolves is not yours." "It's not yours either." She rises. The witch whispers and slowly makes her way to me. My body shifts from her dark energy. I'm on my knees before she grabs the sides of my temples. My eyes roll back before a gush of wind swirls in my vision. I gasp for air before I'm sucked in.

It piques my attention, but I still see nothing ahead. To my left, another light flickers on. Mrs. Dominion steps forward to stand before a podium and begins. “Sires, North America’s most prestigious academy is glad to have you here. I shall begin by presenting Grey Sylvester, a student of the academy, who today shall be judged by the school’s grade and your decree.” She clears her throat and continues, a feigned smile on her face. If witches were real, I’d say she was one.

I wanted to argue, but the memory of that cursed doll in her hands made my stomach twist. “Fine,” I said. “Then we’ll find out.” We ran through the chaos, dodging debris and terrified students. The smoke made it hard to breathe, and the sky was an ugly swirl of red and black. Dragons circled above, their eyes glowing unnaturally, their roars echoing across the academy grounds. When we burst into the witches’ wing, the classroom went silent. Dozens of students turned to look at us, startled. Sasha was there, sitting near the front, her eyes wide as Soren stormed toward her.

Lucien nodded, “of course, I will call a meeting tomorrow. Let me draw up the paperwork then we can sign in front of our pack.” As I nodded I realized that we were both playing with a deck of cards that we didn’t know the hand to. I had no idea that Samantha was a witch. After judging Lucien’s reaction to her I don’t think he knew her full power. She had to be powerful. I had my own warlock and even he had told me her power while raw is massive.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

WITCHES: THE RISING PLOT The era of witches is gone forgotten by all but a few who has lived through it. However, a teenage girl discovers her powers in an unexpected manner. With the unlike squad she has come to regard as family, what are the challenges they will face in a world predominantly governed by humans? Will they come out whole, alive, unscarred and unscathed? CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV:

She was only two years younger than I was, but still, I felt guilty like a bad parent. Finally, her eyes catch on me, and boy do they widen like saucers. She gapes at me as I wave furiously. "Callista?!" She mouths. "How..." I just smile and shrug, because there is no way I can tell that story from hand gestures only. The Headmistress appears in front of them, and their attention focuses on her. She smiles serenely at the students in a motherly way and speaks. "My name is Beadohilde Meraldrar, and on behalf of all of the Witches Guild, I welcome you to the Witches Academy of North America. We are delighted to have you here, and we look forward to teaching you