Witches Academy Novels & Stories

He replied, “Our pack oracle told me and my dad that Dahlia was after me, so they sent me to live in the mountains in a shack the pack had there. I had been there plenty of times, so I knew how to survive. I was like you. They taught me how to survive without using magic and on my own. She found me. I tried to hide from her, but she grabbed me and beat the shit out of me. She broke my legs to keep me from running. I think they may be healed now.” “Well,” I sighed, “now that I know who you are, I will tell you a little more about myself. I am a witch, raised by Queen Winnie of the White Witch Coven.” Everyone gasped as I continued, “I know how lucky I was that it was her who found me. I alway

she whispered and my heart leaped up into mouth , did she just say wendigo . "grahhhh " it roared out white mist from it's mouth before charging toward us . " xamila et oupa camigo " Angelica roared out an spell and an invincible force slap the wendigos away and it crashed hard on a tree which uprooted . another roar erupt behind and before the witches could make any more .another wendigo drop down from tree in front of them it grab the hand of of of the girls and rip it out then slap Angelica away and she crashed meters away .

“To Humphrey. She’s the werewolf high priestess. Also known as the headmistress of the academy.” “And she lives down here?” “No, this is usually where she works during the night.” He turned to face a geometric symbol carved into the wall and pressed his hand against it. A click sounded, and the wall melted away. “She rarely sleeps.” “Another werewolf perk?” “Nah, I can only wish,” he laughed. “She uses potions to keep herself up. But,” he lowered his voice to a whisper. “She’s like a hundred and two. We’re pretty sure she’s mixing an anti-aging potion in there too. Never say it to her face though. She’s very sensitive about her age.”

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

~EPIOLGY~ I hope you all have enjoyed reading The Alphas Witch. This is the first book in the series 'The Alphas'. I hope you will all join me in the next adventure,'The Alphas Secret Luna', where the 3rd generation of magic, William Harris, will take over the New Moon Rising pack and Harris Enterprises. While learning to control his powers and figure out how to capture his reluctant Luna's heart. Of course, we will not forget about our original cast of characters. They will need to help and guide William along his journey and put an end to the black market selling of pups. I looked forward to creating another world for you all to explore. Thank you all so much for your support and follows!

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

“You are here to represent your kind. We have a long history, both good and bad—but now it’s up to you to show us that this can work, that we can live amongst each other.” He continued his speech, however, I wasn’t paying attention anymore. Everywhere I looked, I could feel their eyes—Lycan eyes, werewolf eyes…the ones who actually belonged here. They walked past, scrunching their noses as if we were intruders and maybe we were. I didn’t want to be here any more than they wanted us here, but unfortunately I didn’t have a choice. The tiny school in the village had burned down, and although it was in the plans for the future, there was not yet an academy for witches nearby, so the witches were

It almost breaks me, but Rowan’s hand is at my shoulder, Mara’s at my back, Fen’s steady at my side. When it’s done, Fyre slumps, empty but peaceful for the first time in years. “Thank you, daughter,” she whispers. “I hope you never need to give it back. But if you do—don’t be afraid.” I hold her, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve taken on. The pack stares in awe, some in fear. The air is lighter, the ground steady beneath us, the sky suddenly very, very blue. As twilight falls, I send out a silent call, magic pulsing through the forest. At midnight, the witches come—three, cloaked and sharp-eyed, their steps soundless on the leaf mold. The eldest, her hair silver, examines Fyre wi