Novel & Cerita How To Survive As The Academy's Villain

“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.”

In reality, she’s just the easiest way to break him. I caught Kai’s eye from across the lawn. I didn't hide. I didn't smirk. I just gave him a slow, mocking nod. I wanted him to know it was me. What’s the point of a trap if the prey doesn't know who set it? He started toward me, his hands balled into fists, but Ava grabbed his arm. She was crying now. Good. Tears make for a better story when the campus blog picks this up in an hour. So, here’s the thing about being the villain. People think it’s about hate. It’s not. It’s about balance. Kai had the girl, the fame, and the future. I just wanted my turn.

“And I could give you 101 reasons why this is a very bad idea and why we shouldn't return to the academy. But—” I smile. I sensed a 'but' coming. I feel like I have the upper hand here. "They are our brothers. And the academy wants us. They won't stop hunting until they get me... So, yeah. We could lead ourselves to them." I pace around. "But we have to be careful.... Because this time, if we make one wrong move, they will never forgive us." "We have to make them think we are oblivious to everything. Pretend like we don't have plans about destroying anyone," Morien adds with a nod.

"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.

That man in the library wasn’t just trouble, he was a door, a path leading straight to His Majesty… and maybe to my own safety in this cold, haunted palace. Right there, I made a promise to myself that I would never let anyone use me as a pawn again. From now on, I would be the one moving the pieces. I didn’t need to be a white wolf, I didn’t need a wolf at all. I was going to be an omega who survived. And I wouldn’t just survive, I would play to win. I would become the villain they feared… and I would come out on top.

Wait--what do you mean? “Just be careful when approaching the Duke. Although I’m not giving you my full consent but I believe in you.” I stood up and ran towards him in an embrace “Thanks, gramps! I won’t let you down!” “By the way, your suggestion during the meeting was commendable. I’m impressed, it was such a clever idea.” I released from his embrace and cracked a smile “Well if you’ve been through tough times a lot, you’ll become a schemer in no time.” He patted my head and chuckled “Keep it up and you’ll become the villainess the world will love.” “No villainess is loved, gramps. We’re always the bad guys hated by mankind but who cares?” I shrugged my shoulders and gracefully flipped my

“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?”