Witches Academy Novels & Stories

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?”

Most witches weren’t afraid of werewolves or Lycans, but a witch could fear another witch—and those voices in the box had genuinely feared her. "Witches attended Starlight Academy?" No one had ever told me that, it wasn’t in any of the books—and there was not a single sign. Rochwall exhaled, making a sound with his mouth. He seemed to regret bringing up the topic of witches, but I needed answers, and I wasn’t about to let it go. Rochwall nodded. "They used to, yes. Adelaide was part of the last generation before the rules were changed, and the witches were separated from the rest of us. They all transferred to a different school.”

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

My heart pounded like it was about to explode from my chest. Callista chuckled and slung an arm around me. “It’s not a movie. These are real vampires and werewolves. Here at Eclipse Academy, we have five types of supernatural beings: Werewolves, Vampires, Incubi, Dragons, Ghouls, and Witches,” she said matter-of-factly. I shook my head. This couldn’t be real. Why the hell was I in a school full of monsters? “Please tell me this is an illusion,” I said, my voice trembling.

“It worked. I can’t smell you.” “I feel… weird,” I admitted. “But also… kind of strong.” “You should. That spell lasts as long as you want it to. Break it, and you’ll be you again.” “Thank you,” I told the witch, who was now rummaging through her things. “Pleasure doing business,” she said. “Oh, and don’t get caught. I don’t do refunds.” We laughed. Kind of. Michelle escorted me to the borders of Clawstone Academy, our twin academy just for boys.

Her movements were graceful, clearly well-practiced. Witches at the Royal Academy were trained to deal with the royal family, as my father could call on any one of them for advising or other jobs at any moment. Usually, though, they stayed in their tower at the center of the pack and were only seen outside on official Academy business. Everyone recognized their blue robes. Some of the pack kids started rumors that the witches were up to something, perhaps communing with demons, but everyone knew that wasn’t true. They devoted their lives to worshipping the Gods and studying the arcane, and while they couldn’t shift and had no wolves, some would argue that the magical abilities granted to the

Set apart from civilization on the top of an obscure mountain and protected by powerful spells and wards that prevented free entry and exit, the coven seemed more like a prison than an academy for witches. The witches were ranked in four orders. The Novitiate, the newbies, dressed in grey robes, the Veteran, seasoned witches, the category I fell in, dressed in red robes, the Superiors dressed in green robes, while the Elders were immaculate in their white robes. Each had their own functions and roles that kept the academy rolling.

They shared knowing glances at each other before walking into the building. "What is this place?" Nicodemus asked while he took proper view of the interior. He could pick multiple scents of Wolves and Witches,he was also certain there are Vampires in this large building. They took him to to another large room filled with couches. "This place is an Academy. The Dark Arts Academy for Witches,Vampires and Werewolves." Sabrina answered while they all sat comfortably on different couches. "Dark Arts Academy...." He muttered to himself. In a way,the name seemed to captivate him. "Why are there no rooms for Hybrids?."

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

By the next morning, preparations had already been made for Anastasia to begin school. Not just any school… The Supernatural Academy. It was where supernatural children were sent after their first manifestation. A place where young witches, wolves, vampires, and other supernatural children learned to understand the powers that had awakened within them. Anastasia was only ten. But her manifestation had already begun. And that meant she had to go. The large black carriage rolled slowly through the academy gates. Almost immediately, the atmosphere changed.