Novelas y relatos de Wizarding Academy

Red dots indicating hidden Omega students. "This Academy has seven subjects. But there are three other academies running the same program. Northern Academy has five subjects. Western Academy has three. Eastern Academy had three but they were exposed last year at graduation." "What happened to them?" Chen asked. "One disappeared. Family took him, no one knows where. One was claimed by an Alpha family through legal channels. One is in government custody. Protective custody officially. But really detention." "Detention for what?" "Medical research. They're studying him. Testing. He hasn't been seen publicly since graduation."

[Shahira's Pov – Three Months After the Hearing] The magical academy opened on a crisp autumn morning, with twelve students gathered in what had once been a storage building. Celeste stood at the front of the converted classroom, radiating enthusiasm despite her nerves. Behind her, diagrams of magical theory covered the walls—symbols, patterns, flow charts showing how different types of magic interacted. "Welcome," she said to the assembled wolves, "to the first day of what we're calling the Freedomborn Academy of Integrated Magic. Or FAIM for short, though I admit the acronym needs work."

Mia—quiet werewolf girl, amber eyes, book already open, notebook covered in doodles of moons and paws. She nods shy—offers half-smile, ears twitching under glamour. Class starts—Shakespeare intro. But whispers follow. “Seras’s brother.” “Fire wizard.” “Think he’s as strong as her?” “Bet he can’t even light a candle without burning his hand.” I focus on notes. Sparks dance on pen tip—controlled, tiny flame writing words in glowing script before fading. Mia glances—eyes curious. **Mia (whisper):** “Neat trick.”

"Whether you are a werewolf or a witch... no one is allowed to use their special powers or magic in the academy, including in your dormitory. And you cannot use them on others. If anyone is found using their powers without a valid reason, they will be severely punished. They could even be expelled from the academy, depending on the gravity of the crime. So keep that in mind." He looked at the students, letting his words sink in. "Am I clear?" he asked, and everyone echoed, "Yes, sir." But I knew no one was going to obey this rule. "Alright." Professor White stepped forward. "All the witches, step to the side." Lana left my side and joined the witches standing to one side of the hall. There w

Like in occasions like this one right here when the Dark Academy gives us tasks or assignments. The Dark Academy is a special school for witches. Those who know this call it the dark academy but for humans, they know it to be "Elite high." To mortals, it's supposed to be this fancy school that only a select few go to, but the only people who ever get admitted into the school are witches and warlocks. Everyone who attends is a witch, the studenrs, teachers, everyone. We know very well how to keep our secret from the rest of the world.

Hermione The time has finally come when I'm going to see where my mother has grown up, the excitement that I'm feeling is so unreal and I can't wait to learn more about her and see the other witches, so far Jamilla and Gloria are the only that I have know and I don't consider Gloria one, when she has to have a sacrifice in other for her to have power.

Unlike Alex who was talkingwhile chewing during breakfast a few days ago. While Alex was talking I just stood beside him with a faint smile frozen on my face. Because I still felt awkward as I glanced around me, I recognized a few people at my school, Annelise, Regan, and a few neighbors around my house. My stomach felt even more twisted seeing Mr. Turner, my chemistry teacher, was standing a few feet in front of me and was chatting with an administrative staff member at my school. These guys are werewolves, and they cover it up really well all along.

He inched closer like he was approaching a wild animal. To be frank, maybe I was. It felt like my heart was about to climb out of my chest. “Why am I really here?” “Exactly what I told you. We’re trying to help you and figure out why your mark is different.’ “What’s it to you what happens to me anyway?” “Because if you run wild you could become a danger to humans.” He paused. “You could die if you don’t know how to contain your magic or the change. That’s what the academy is for. It’s to help you manage all of it.”

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

My reflection in the glass didn’t look like mine at all—my eyes glowed faintly, my lips parted as though whispering a name I didn’t remember learning. The wards trembled. The Academy was stitched together with old magic, its bones laced with the founders’ blood, its heart bound by runes carved into the earth itself. I could feel them now, those invisible threads, wrapping around towers and classrooms, dormitories and hidden stairwells. They quivered under the storm’s weight. And under me. My hand pressed against the glass, and in the flash of lightning, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks. The door behind me opened with a low groan.