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

On my wedding day, my sworn enemy, Kieran Steel, slams his foot on the gas and rams his car straight into my wedding car. If he can't have me, then he'd rather die with me. He ends up gravely injured, while I lose my memory. He limps over to me and pulls me into his arms. His face is alight with joy as he tells me he's the man I love. After tying the knot, Kieran cherishes and keeps me hidden away like his most prized treasure for five whole years until he finally grows tired of me. A young woman named Talulah Clive shows up at our friends' gathering. Both her appearance and personality are identical to the old me. With a cheeky grin, she insists we play "Never Have I Ever". "I've been

Out of necessity. The Academy was still fractured. Some professors even refuse to teach Crownless-born wolves. Some resigned entirely when Jasmine came back with her rune scars throbbing on her wrist. Others… just watched. Waited. The Academy didn’t know how it wanted us to be. Saviors? Symbols? Or Monsters? And we hadn’t known the answer.

"I believe a man who sells weapons to people he calls dangerous allies doesn't actually believe in permanent peace with anyone, Kesworth. Only in managing threats until they stop being useful to manage." "Then what do we do?" "We do exactly what we were already doing." She turned from the window, something steady settling behind the fear still sitting in her chest. "We finish building the case. We protect everyone who's trusted us this far. And in six days, we walk into that courtroom and give the truth considerably more weight than Edward Renshaw's quiet, patient threats." --- She told her father everything that evening, watching his face go pale and then hard as she relayed Edward's offer.

"Seal the academy." "Double every patrol." "The assassin could not have escaped without assistance." His words sent a chill through me. Another traitor. Or perhaps... The true traitor had never been Professor Evelyn at all. --- By midnight, the academy had been transformed into a fortress. Every entrance was guarded. Every corridor was patrolled. No student was permitted beyond the dormitories. Yet despite every precaution... None of us felt safe. Inside the council chamber, the crystal key rested at the center of the round table.

"Everything else is just pretense. At Moonrise Academy, you'll learn to identify which of your classmates understand this fundamental reality and which ones are still trapped in naive idealism about honor, friendship, and moral principles." "And what do I do with that information?" "You cultivate the pragmatists and catalog the weaknesses of the idealists," Victor replied. "You build a network of allies who share our understanding of how the world really works, and you gather leverage over anyone who might oppose our family's interests in the future." Ian nodded, his mind already racing with possibilities. Eighteen years of training in psychological manipulation and strategic thinking had pr

I planned to kill them all and destroy the foundation of The Academy from the inside out. This would be just a simple meeting where I am requesting a higher position in The Academy. It would get me the information that I need. I wouldn’t say anything about Damien, nor would I bring up my contract. I would act as if nothing was wrong, and I was simply looking for a promotion. It would work, it had to.

“Screw your father and whatever plans he has. Don’t die. Scheme. Use that blessing, that brain, that body. Make them fall for you. Gain power. Flip the script.” I blink at him. “You want me to… seduce the enemy into obedience?” “I want you to survive, Alicia. And maybe… win.” I lean back slowly, staring up at the ceiling. A bitter laugh escapes me. “Fine,” I say. “If I’m the sacrificial lamb, I might as well sharpen my horns.” Darren watches me with that look he gets when he’s equal parts proud and terrified. “I’ve created a monster,” he mutters. “No,” I correct him. “You’ve reminded one who the hell she is.”

“Cut the theatrics, Victor.” He laughed. “You made it further than I thought. I admit, I underestimated the fire in you. But it’s not too late to change the ending.” “I’m here to make sure this is the ending.” He stepped closer, hands still open, still unarmed. “You’re not going to shoot me. Because you want answers. Because somewhere, deep down, you know that I’m not the real villain.” She didn’t flinch. “You tried to kill Killian.” “And he tried to destroy me first,” Victor snapped, his mask slipping. “I built the Graves empire from the shadows. I made him. And the moment he felt strong enough, he turned on me. He took everything.”

I survived by keeping my head down and my mouth shut. One day I overheard two men from the capital talking in a tavern. They were discussing a scheme involving Omega suppressants and fake records. They said it was possible to disguise Omegas as Betas and send them to Varyn Academy, the most prestigious school in the kingdom. I had heard stories about the academy my whole life—how it was for the elite, how it could change a person’s entire future. I was desperate. I approached them that night and begged them to take me. They looked me over, saw the potential in my face, and agreed.

"Exactly." The room seemed to shrink around me. The witch looked directly into my eyes. "I want you to be extremely careful from now on." I couldn't breathe well because everything didn't seem to make sense. I don't understand why Lydia would actually go this length when her daughter is already my father's favorite. "Her plan is to make the Academy to turn against me." "Yes." " The academy can actually kill you if you are confirmed to know anything about the incident happening in their premises, the moment you entered their academy and that way you would never return back home."