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

" Reagan said with a nod of agreement. How can he agree with Alex's plan that easy? And these two problems happened because of me, I thought feeling guilty. "No... " I said to everyone, " We don't need to declare war on Pack Basilisk as well. Why don't we follow Dimitri's way? Killing him and his closest people then returning Pack Basilisk's power to the rightful. Such a plan is easier and will not take many victims like the war between Pack. We just need to lure him out of the Basilisk territory then finish him off silently. I'm sure no one will mind as long as Bastien is the one who claims to defeat Dimitri. We can use stories about the descendants of Alpha Pack Basilisk who took over his

“Why?” “No one knows.” Mystery is more dangerous than truth. By the time a month passes, I understand what the Conclave has done. They didn’t punish me. They isolated me. They let the academy devour me slowly, trusting that loneliness would succeed where torture failed. That eventually I would beg. Or break. Or disappear. They underestimate one thing. I’ve already survived disappearance. I walk the halls with my head high. I endure. And every night, when the academy sleeps, I feel it—that faint warmth in my chest, distant but real.

“I see it in your eyes. You want to run, don’t you?” I swallowed, forcing control over my panic. “I’m learning,” I said softly. “Learning what it means to… survive here.” Victor’s gaze narrowed. “Good. You will need it. Because I am not… patient anymore. And anyone who stands against me… pays.” Even as fear coiled around my chest, my mind raced. He had gone too far. He was assembling a network, tracking Killian, preparing for war. And I needed to know everything, his methods, his allies, his weaknesses, if I was going to survive and protect Killian.

"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.

I wondered, feeling a knot of dread form in my stomach. As we got closer, I slowed my pace, letting Logan walk slightly ahead. I needed to know more about what was happening. I ducked behind a corner, pretending to tie my shoe, and strained to hear the conversation of the nearby Pack members. “We just need to frame him for the killing,” one of them said in a hushed tone. “The Academy’s plan will fall into place once he’s out of the picture.” “Frame him?” I thought, my blood running cold. “They want to set Logan up for a crime he didn’t commit.”

I retort, closing the distance between us with a slow, predatory stride that forces him back against a wooden potting bench. Vance sneers, his professional demeanor completely fracturing under the relentless pressure of my interrogation. "You think you are being a hero by digging into matters that predated your birth, but the high council holds all the cards, and your precious little omega rebellion is going to be crushed into dust before the moon hits its peak." "My precious omega rebellion is the only thing standing between this corrupted academy and absolute annihilation, and you just signed your own termination notice by siding with those monsters," I fire back, my hand shooting out to g

A villainess burning for revenge never have pity. Aubrey glanced around, she sighed in defeat, what other choice did she had? Could she go back and face the press, she would lose her face, she would become a laughing stock, what about her family? she knew her dad would kill her even if he saw her, arranging all the choices, she had no option left, "I want to go to the mental asylum" She sighed. "Good pick" Scott laughed as he made a phone call officially registering her in a mental asylum.

The original Vivian would have been vibrating with anticipation, issuing orders for her finest gowns, plotting how to monopolize Alexander’s attention, and likely already scheming against Sophia Bellweather. *What am I supposed to do?* Panic threatened to resurface. *Play the villain? But that leads straight to the convent and a fatal 'accident'. Rebel? Thomas would see that as weakness or treachery, and he’s dangerous. Sophia seems meek now, but crossing her is crossing fate itself.* The sheer impossibility of her situation pressed down, making the high stone walls feel like a prison closing in. She forced a breath, drawing the crisp, damp air deep into lungs constricted by the tight emeral

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

For someone who is willing to risk everything just to survive, I have prepared my best solution. I gave Gina a glance and nodded. Before I called them here I have already to formulate a plan in case plan A would not work. I still have my Ace Card called 'Protagonist persuasive charm.' I might feel guilty about using an innocent person but I have a stronger desire to live until I get back home. I sounded like a villain in the dark. I did say that I will abandon that wicked role but I also didn't say anything that I would become a Santa because I'm not a Santa in the first place. Just the right balance.