Wonderland Magical Academy Novels & Stories

I should be prepared. I am Amelia Young. 22 years old. I recently graduated from Tokyo University and I’ll be starting my job at DRIVEA on Monday. DRIVEA has always been my dream company to work for. I’m a car lover although my family can’t afford to buy them. Now I get the chance to work at this prestigious company. Not to mention that I have a huge crush on the President, Kael Pearce. Believe it or not, he’s my childhood friend but I doubt he remembers me. He used to be our neighbor in Kyoto when we lived there. We used to play together with my cousins until they moved and we never heard from them again. When I was in high school I found out that Kael was the new President in DRIVEA. I nev

It’s necessary. I outline the plans we’ve been working on: magical academies nestled within pack lands, protected by warriors and enchanted boundaries. Recruitment from every clan and coven. “No more girls growing up in cellars,” I say. “No more witches told their power is something to be hidden. We protect our own, all of them.” A silence follows, not heavy, but reverent. Then a white-haired elder stands, placing her hand over her heart. “You honor the moon, child,” she says. “And the future.”

"And what does that mean?" "It means the magic realm will no longer be safe. Magic Academy is on natural grounds, but..." Hayden scratches the back of his head, eyes appearing concerned before he continues. "The teachers are of different species, and so I don't think it's safe to stay here either." "Oh..." I take a deep breath. "And since you're the vampire prince, you're probably the least safe."

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.

explained her mother as her grandfather pondered over the information he just heard. "I almost forgot; when students at the academy enroll in the middle school division, half of their grades are determined by their missions. Depending on the details of the missions, students will without a doubt encounter a number of dangerous magical beasts. Hopefully for their sake, the creatures they encounter are beast-types and not phantom-types,” said Maria's grandfather, who felt his granddaughter's curious eyes fall on him.

[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."

The Academy Recruitment Fair for Lunar Academy. Every year the recruitment team for Lunar Academy travels the world in search of worthy students. Worthy students are mythical beings and those who yield magic. We live in a world where magic exists: werewolves, vampires, and other creatures walk amongst us. The recruitment team stations themselves in certain parts of the region, and those who are interested in taking their tests and proving themselves are welcome to travel to the parts of the region where they are stationed and attempt to get into the school. That explained why there were a bunch of unfamiliar faces in town today.

Someone who cleans the house, cooks, does laundry, does gardening, and grooms the dogs. I was 16 when I finally learned how to manifest my enchast and my spellbook. It was one of the happiest days of my life. Every sacrifice was worth my dream. Though that was the beginning of everything. I used my magic to expedite my work such as putting protection in my eyes when cutting onions. I was 18 when my grandmother convinced me to be a student in Venduque Academy, the school of mages in Plandreas. It is where spellbooks are created by the main source of enchantment protected by the authorities.

They formed alliances and collaborations, sharing knowledge and resources to uplift one another, fostering a sense of unity that transcended realm boundaries. In the heart of these realms, magical academies flourished, nurturing young wizards and witches in the symphony's melodies of magic. The teachings emphasized the responsible use of magic, the importance of empathy, and the understanding that magic was a gift to be wielded for the betterment of all. Students were encouraged to explore the unique melodies of their magical abilities, channeling them to create harmony and balance in the realms.

She looked at my face for some long time and said, “You are a girl on a mission?” “Why otherwise would I be on a magical train?” I mocked. “But you are human. And you are going to the world of monsters!” I swallowed hard at the word monsters. I ran away from a monster, don’t tell me I’m gonna meet even more monsters! “I am going to the Madland. It’s an academy.” “Yes, an academy for monsters.” “What?!” “At least, you should be having a protector within. Otherwise, you will be in trouble!” She stood up and left the cabin after nodding her head in sorrow.