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

He chuckled darkly. “No...Not alive.” He walked to the window, staring toward the distant mountains where the academy lay. “I’ll go to the academy… But not secretly. I’ll expose you.” A wicked grin spread across his face. “And once they find out a she-wolf infiltrated an all-male military academy…” He laughed under his breath. “They’ll execute you themselves. No blood on my hands. No suspicion. Perfect for me.” His eyes glowed with hatred. “Yes… sister. Let the academy kill you for me.” Oof.

Your new mission is to live out your life as an infamous villainess Omega. Seren groaned. ‘Oh, great. So my reward for being chosen is a death sentence. I’m supposed to expel the Burndels from a pack that already hates my guts and somehow not die in the process. Perfect. You can go brag to the “Mooothherrr Sysstteemm” after my funeral.’ [Your sarcasm is noted. The Burndel expulsion is a sacrifice you must be willing to make for your greater destiny and rewards.] ‘Rewards my foot. Anyway, how long does it usually take to move through the phases?’

"You, on the other hand—piano lessons, dance classes, helping your father run the pack. That doesn't leave much time for studying. Better use every minute you've got." A knowing smirk spread across Vivienne's face. She thought I was telling her to study hard because I planned to swap our scores. "That's none of your concern. Starting tomorrow, I won't even be coming to school. My father's sending me to the Royal Academy. The teaching there is a hundred times better. I'll be the top scorer in the entire wolf territory." The comments went wild. [The heroine's telling her about the Royal Academy on purpose—she wants the villain to believe she'll ace it, so the villain will go through with the s

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.

“Not in the way they fear - but it’ll feel like it.” I pressed my palms flat against the map, willing my voice to steady. “Then we’ll make it clear. This isn’t about stripping power. It’s about survival. The Goddess herself warned me - we will be tested. Divided packs won’t survive what’s coming.” Silence stretched for a moment, heavy with the weight of truth none of us wanted to say out loud. Finally, Damon straightened, his wolf brushing against mine, steady and strong. “Then the Academy becomes our last stone. The spine of our army. The question is where to place it.”

"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire." "I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!" "We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia." He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me. "Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."

he said mildly. Bella laughed again, breathless and furious. “You nearly killed me.” “Yes,” he agreed. “And you survived. That’s promising.” Her power flared in response, lighting the cavern in sharp white arcs. Jake stepped slightly in front of her. Virex’s gaze flicked to him. “Still loyal, I see.” Jake didn’t respond. “Explain,” Bella demanded. “Now.” Virex smiled. “The Academy was built to find weapons. Not students. You crossed the line because you were meant to. Because whatever is sealed inside you is older than our rules.”

“That is normal. Only let the fear sharpen you don't let it break you. If you falter, remember why you left. Remember the stakes.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Malrick.” Her lips curved into something like a grim smile. “Good. Now go.” I remained standing, staring at her. Trying to resist the urge to throw myself into her arms and beg her to let me stay. “Thank you.” I whispered. When I got to the academy, wolves were scattered across the courtyard. Tall, broad-shouldered young men radiating with power and arrogance. I adjusted the strap of my bag. “Keep your head low and your movements stiff” I muttered to myself, but my heart beat faster as i crossed the threshold.

I know I’d claimed I didn’t give a damn about them from the start, but I really didn't have a choice. You know the lies you tell yourself just to run away from a reality you can't handle? Yes. That was basically my main survival mechanism at Briarwood Academy. But living under the same roof as them, while they constantly tried to get close to me, was completely shattering my walls of defense. The temptation was hitting harder than words could ever explain. Right then, my phone started ringing on the nightstand. I scrambled to pick it up, seeing Camiella’s name flash across the screen alongside the giant heart emoji I had used to save her contact.

And he saw a group of students, dressed in the academy’s robes, their mana signatures flaring with a controlled, potent energy, feeding into the very same crystalline structure that had been draining the woman. [ Bima: [ A roar of pure heartbreak and fury ] “No! They’re… they’re powering the academy’s wards? They’re using stolen life force to fuel the academy’s defenses?!” ] The realization hit him with the force of a physical blow. Lila’s illness, the ‘stagnant blood,’ the academy’s seemingly impenetrable wards, the boundless energy that powered its defenses—it was all connected. His sister, and countless others like her, had been the hidden fuel, the secret sacrifice, for the academy’s pro