Witches Academy Novels & Stories

It almost made her wince just by imagining what the first-time players felt upon being welcomed like that. On cue, three large cauldrons were being dragged by the academy’s giants and each of them was placed in front of the royalties’ tents, the academy staff’s tent, and the bleachers. The tips of their pointy hats were the first thing that Cent saw when they followed the giants. Split into three, the group of witches clad with their infamous green robes poured some herbs into the boiling cauldron, which was thrice their size, so they needed to use their broomsticks before the witches started to chant a spell.

I do not talk about that with anyone. The air starts to buzz. “Duck!” I yell. Arrows start flying through the air. I stop all of them as I run forward. “Stop!” I yell at the witches running from me. They do what they are told. The rest of the wolves catch up to me along with Joe, which is what, I call him now. They take the four witches to their version of a compound for questioning.

It's so nice. She sighed as she stretched at her locker. When she arrived late, the office didn't bother questioning her. She knew it was due to the rumors around Amanda's death. They feared her, and she felt frightened by that power. She knew of Dark Witches that used fear to control and manipulate people, though they met their ends. Was Karmina the same way? Putting fear into her acolytes to make them obey her? The idea was scary enough, but for it to be the true reality? What could win against fear?

The entire room seemed to stop breathing the moment the King cleared his throat. "Speak," Aiden commanded, his deep baritone cutting through the hushed tones of whispers no one was able to say out loud. "Give your verdict in front of everyone. Let us see what the stars have written for me." The young-faced witch closed her eyes, her beautiful hands hovering over a bowl of dark, reflective water on the podium. She began to mutter a series of strange, guttural magic words, the air in the lecture hall instantly turning heavy and thick with fumes. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, completely vacant and white.

“The Wolves Academy helps us transform into great wolves, enhancing our strengths. We don't want the students to waste their time on materialistic things.” “We're going to graduate as strong wolves and kill those hunters.” Her voice expresses her rage. The Wolves Academy is teaching students to fight against us. Lozark Aylestone wants to achieve a strong force to wipe off the entire Red Hunters’ village. One by one, Kelly seizes everyone's items. “So what do you have?” She stands before the girl right next to me. Her fierce, scheming eyes glance at every item on the girl's body. She seizes her ring and then focuses her gaze on her neck. On the other hand, I wrap my fingers around my bracelet

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

“I know. I just want him to hurry the fuck up, that’s all.” She smiles wryly. My Fati always bounces back. She never lets a bad feeling pin her down for long. “Anyway, Dean Guia, what are we doing about your students?” Yeah, you heard that right. I’m the head dean of the werewolf college at Arcadia Academy. The witches’ college is overseen by the High Priests and Priestesses of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone covens. How did that happen? Simple. We’ve got three alpha wolves in Arcadia—me, Arya, and Naomi—and alpha wolves don’t share power easily. Eventually, they will fight for dominance if we don’t give their wolves something to control.

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

I haven't found mine yet but I'm not too worried because there is still time. I go to the werewolf academy for both boys and girls located on a small island in a secluded area and I'm in my last year. I and my twin chose to go to this academy rather than the other one just for Alphas, Betas and Gammas because we don't believe that just because we have a higher position that we should be superior, I mean we get the classes that we need at our academy and we befriend more people. The other academy is located a couple islands away but far enough that it would take a week to travel to each place by boat. Anyway, on with the story…

Marco had the most advanced defense against supernaturals, particularly vampires and demons. The headmistress of the school is a high ranking member of the House of Hecate. That's why the whole school is covered with a magical barrier. For some reason, humans trust witches and wizards more than any other supernatural beings. Maybe because, aside from being immortal and having magical powers, they looked a lot like humans. The fact that they don't eat people or drink blood probably helped.