Wizarding Academy Novels & Stories

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

It was supposed to look abandoned to keep curious humans away but that never works, so the entire school is under a cloaking spell of some kind. I let out a defeated sigh and make sure my hoodie is pulled over my face, before trudging along the walkway into the academy. As I enter, my eyes catch sight of white and black feathers. Tears fill my eyes and my hand flies over my mouth to stifle a sob. Julie quickly rushes to comfort me. She puts her arms around me, careful to not touch my back. She shushes me quietly, and I try to stop the tears from escaping. "It's alright Luciana, everything will be fine—they’re just like you," she says in my ear. "No they're not, they have wings."

(Governess Jelina) Wizards needs to be carefully raised and nurtured. Hence I have decided to established a new academy, this time it will be only for nurturing Wizards. With the coming year, All of Aeternum students that had the potentials to become wizards, will be attending a specializes academy. Thought the syllabubs of the teaching will be mostly the same, the goals of this academy was to intensely encourage magic practice. Not only that, it will also be having all the best materials, subjects that will be focused on magics, I intended for this academy to be even more better than that of the Institute of Artemesia.

“I’m Zack, by the way.” “Okay,” I said. Another minute later, “Hey, Kimia. What do you call a wizard who is good at calculus?” “Hermione,” I told him. “She’s good at arithmancy, not calculus,” Zack said without missing a beat. I snorted. “No,” he continued, “you call them a mathemagician.” “That was dumb,” I told him, but I couldn’t help grinning. He grinned back. “You’re smiling, though. I’ve got more.”

“I’ll bring you water once it’s safe to leave. Put your head in your hands and lean forward. Focus on your breathing.” “The first time I cast a strong circle like this I almost passed out,” I tell the girl after hearing two of the male students behind her snickering. I leave out that I was only twelve and had no idea what the hell I was doing. The Academy fosters what’s considered “healthy competition” between the students to encourage them to be the best witches and wizards they can be. I’ll be the first to admit a bit of competition can be a great motivator to do well on tests and study your ass off, but I hate the sense of needing to be the best in order to have self-worth.

he muttered. "Maybe they don't have messages there?" Lethabo asked he took the remains of the letter from Jordon hand, inspecting the last page. "This an extensive list. We use a lot of these things ourselves but the wand is new and I've never heard of these books or the Authors," he said, looking up and seeing the confused looks on Sebestian and Dell faces. He read the rest of the letter out LUNA LAND SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

asks Machiv. "Not yet. So, well, I guess I have to go into the details, but the rings and wands are at this state mostly blank. But, as you come to know which school of magic you're a part of, say Walpurgis or Parallel, the wand and ring will remember that. And it'll change itself to match that one school you're comfortable with." "So that's how it works," says Hala, nodding along as I do.

But that would only happen for a normal human. I pulled out a strand of my hair and then my eyes gleamed Scarlett red. I chanted a spell as I held on to the hair and it suddenly turned to a small bird. I let the bird fly out through the window, controlling it till it landed somewhere in the forest. It was a simple teleportation spell. One I never learnt or remembered acquiring in the first place. All I knew was, the spell was always in me and now again, it was going to be handy for me. My eyes gleamed red again as I chanted the finishing spell. I closed my eyes and as I opened them, the moonlight's gaze was what welcomed me first and the gentle breeze that came with it. It was mainly dark bu

One of the largest empty estates was converted into an academy for future sorcerers. Across the country, children and adults were tested for the spark and sent to the academy. The spark did not discriminate. High-born elves, low-born elves, elven women, elven men. All that mattered was a tiny extension of the soul that could vibrate at the same frequency as magic. And once in the academy, they learned to manipulate it, use it, and create spells that could summon terrifying fireballs, freezing ice walls, and much, much more.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** The teacher walked into the classroom full of chattering and laughing. As she walked to the table, her footsteps echo on the tiled floor catching the attention of the pupils and they keep quiet. she puts her bag on the table, open it and removes some books. "Good morning class" she greets "morning miss Marie" they respond "How are you?" "We're fine thank you and how are you too?' they ask. she smiled. it was their usual routine every morning.