How To Survive As The Academy's Villain Novels & Stories

“This isn’t just about whispers. There are people who would kill to expose you. Use you against someone and I can't disclose this information. Or worse—sell you.” I clenched my fists. “And you expect me to vanish? Just like that? After everything?” He shrugged slightly. “I expect you to survive.” My chest rose and fell, heat blooming in my cheeks not from shame, but anger. I wasn’t some fragile flower to be plucked and hidden. I’d survived alone before. I’d clawed my way through the walls of deception, through this academy, through Demyan’s guarded heart. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said sharply, voice low and fierce. “Not until I decide to. Not because some stranger storms in and tries to m

“So I will do what I must. I will act as I agree. I will sign the papers. I will say the words. I will be the person he wants me to be. But I will not let it happen the way he plans. I will leave clues. I will build something that can be used against him later, when I have the power to stop him.” “I will make myself the villain. I will take the blame. I will let everyone think I am just like him. Because if they think I am evil, they will not suspect I am working against him. If they think I want what he wants, they will not look for what I am doing behind their backs.” “It is the only way. I know it hurts. I know it is wrong. But it is the only way to keep her safe. To keep her alive.”

"And decided you're a threat to the Academy." Vale's weapon was shaking. "Director, is that you?" "Yes," both Hales said. "I don't know who to shoot!" "Don't shoot anyone," back Hale said. "That's what it wants. To cause confusion. To make us turn on each other." "Or that's what you want," front Hale said. "Because you're the fake and you know I'm about to expose you." My head was spinning. The fever was too high. I couldn't follow the conversation anymore. All I knew was that something was very wrong and we needed to get out of here.

I need to be alive to have my revenge. "I know that, sir..." I continued softly, despite the raging burn inside me. "...but Conrad is dangerous. He hates my guts, and since there are no rules in the training ring, he will use it as an excuse to murder me. Would you really want the only surviving son of the Supreme Alpha to die on your watch? If I die, my father will annihilate Conrad's pack. Do you really want to turn Dravenmoor into a bloody warzone?" Moonreign Academy was unlocking a side of me I didn't know existed. I wasn't just a good liar... I was a master manipulator.

This was the first time Vicky found herself in such a situation, and she could not help but panic. "So...should we get moving now?" "Yeah." Meanwhile, in another hospital, Jonathan had regained consciousness from the surgery, and his face twisted with anger. "Capture that wh*re by tonight! I want her to suffer!" he roared. "Get that Zendonian kid as well! If you can't capture them alive, kill them on sight!" The academy Vicky studied in was the most respected academy of Molivia, and its influence surpassed Jonathan's family. He knew he needed to seek revenge on Vicky as soon as possible, or he might not have a chance to do so later.

Jerome can help me! But will Joewella agree to it? The road to revenge won't be flowery and peaceful at all. It is thorny and dangerous; bloods will be shed, heads will fly, and betrayals will be inevitable for survival. A cold sweat ran down my spine from the thought. Would I be able to handle this? Would I be able to survive? I don't know, the stakes are high but something is making me confident. I know this world, I know what's going to happen, I know how these characters think because everything in here is written in the book I've read. I have an advantage and I'm going to make use of this.

“Pull out those powers buried in you right now. And prove to the council member that you are not a dormant to save your ass. Unless, otherwise, you choose to become a villain in this story. “And like all the stories out there. At the end of the story, the villain dies. Luciano, just please listen to me. My people won’t be villains. We won’t let our pack die. “We cannot allow ourselves to be the villain in your story, and neither should you. All the council members are on the way coming here for you now, to take your power. “And for once, in a lifetime and forever, we are going to allow your powers to flow in our Packlands again. A piece of advice for you. If you can’t fight us, Don't try to

“Do you even know what this place is about? The academy isn’t some playground, Maddy. They train warriors—Alphas, Betas. You think they’re going to be lenient with us or give us preferential treatment?” My jaw tightened. “I didn’t say they would. I just said that when I get in there, I’ll figure it out.” “I just don’t know yet. My end goal is surviving and coming out as one of the top three students at the end of it.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “You need to plan and be ready. This is no joke; people die in there. The one who fails to plan…..plan to fail…” I pressed the pen harder against the paper until the ink bled through. “Can we just fill this out, Vanny?”

“To help people. This a training school for heroes. We seek to provide this land with the heroes required to fight against the influx of monsters. You can turn your abilities to the betterment of others here, Aien. You can learn to be a hero, and not a villain.” “A villain,” Aien repeated. “But isn’t that what I am? The son of a villain destined to follow in my father’s footsteps?” “It doesn’t need to be that way. Think about it,” Akyran turned and raised his eyebrows as he saw me through the doorway. “Daethie?”

He has every right to exercise his powers where the fuck he wants, and as the staff who are teaching him how to be the most brutal leader possible, how could we possibly punish him for being exactly that? It is one thing I hate most about this academy. The darkness we nurture and inspire only sets them free to terrorize this country. Ironically, I fled this kind of world, unable to accept the immorality of the part I was due to play, only to end up teaching the exact people I despised. I walk out into the corridor. "Is Ainsley on his way?" I ask. Michelle nods, clearing up the sick off the floor. "Yes, he'll be here in five minutes."