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

He yanked me back. “Where are you going?” he panicked. “To a professor. Or the admin office. Anywhere. They can’t get away with this,” I snapped. “Don’t. You’ll just make it worse.” Roy’s face turned red. “Please don’t make it worse.” “We can’t let them win.” “They always win! Because they’re stronger. Haven’t you figured it out yet? The teachers all want this to happen. This is Royal Academy—only the strongest survive. If you can’t handle the rules of the jungle, you’ll get eliminated before the games even start.”

The Academy shook hard. “Your Highness,” one of the soldiers warned. Kaelen ignored him completely. “You came here prepared to execute a student without trial,” he said coldly. “And you expect me to stand aside while you call that justice?” “This is containment.” “This is fear.” The words echoed sharply through the ruined chamber. And no one denied them. Because they couldn’t. The corruption spreading through the Academy was terrifying. The entity beneath us was terrifying. I was terrifying. But beneath all of it—they were still choosing fear first.

“The academy was founded in the year of death by our master, ruler of hell and the king of all demons, Lucifer. He stuck a deal with the heavens. Demons, selkies, fae, all creatures from the underworld could walk amongst humans, on a condition. They survive a year long training in his academy and pass the culling.” The crowd burst into loud screams at that. “There are no rules here,” Alstra looked straight at me. “And only the strongest survive. Good luck.” The crowd scattered immediately, and it seemed everyone knew where they were headed to. Everyone except me. I stood in the middle of the hustle, waiting for someone to at least tell me where I was going. Which is why not even a minute lat

Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin. So, it's really sickening how the rich abuse their power like that. "Nonsense," the baron huffed in anger. "Grab him, we need to teach him a lesson," he instructed one of his knights. I scrunch my nose in displeasure. I didn’t know why the dark sides of the world were unfolding right before my eyes. I’m not the female lead, I’m the villainess… Shouldn’t this kind of situation unfold only in front of the kind, positive, and meddlesome heroine?

Valentin waited, knowing from experience that after some thought, Victoria often came up with solutions. “Perhaps Kairos is onto something,” she said, startling Valentin so much he had to reach out and steady himself with his desk. “I beg your pardon?” “You’ve told me why you are here, now allow me to return the favor,” Victoria said. “The Academy has become a target for the vampires. Whether they are searching for Zora, or simply wish to terrorize our youth, I cannot say for sure. It has been the best our army can to do hold off the swift and unpredictable assaults.”

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

It’s patient, taking it time to grow. That scares me almost as much as the guards. Because if I survive this… if I break free… what happens next? Continue running from the hunters and Lord Tracon? I can't go back to the academy, where will I run to? What if the book is right? What if I really am meant to destroy everything? The thought settles heavy in my stomach. I picture the academy burning. Packs scattered. Witches shrinking. Vampires running. Hunters cheering. People screaming my name like it’s a curse.

"The ritual would have succeeded if you hadn't interfered." "The ritual would have consumed you within weeks and left nothing but a magical black hole where Moonrise Academy used to be. You were chasing impossible power and calling it ambition." I leaned forward. "Real power is more subtle. It's about controlling the people who matter and eliminating the ones who don't. Politics, Macbeth. You forgot about politics." "Is that why you're here? To give me a lecture on proper villainy?" "I'm here to offer you a choice. Cooperate with my version of events, and you'll live out your days in comfortable exile. Fight me, and I'll make sure your trial exposes every secret you've ever kept. Every deal

I whispered, “remember who holds the gavel.” Then I released her. She collapsed, sobbing, robes torn, her pride in the gutters. The yard was dead silent. Professors stared at me,students trembled. I turned and walked away. Later, I stood on the roof. The academy was busy below,whispers of my name, stories already twisting. She broke Veyra like a doll. She didn’t even sweat. She’s not human anymore. Good. Let them fear me. Jason and Kael didn’t show up at dinner,I didn’t expect them to anyway. Kieran had done his work well.

Nervous laughter rippled through our section, quickly dying when we realized she wasn't joking. "Tomorrow, your real education begins. Tonight, you will rest, acclimate, and prepare yourselves for what's to come. A word of warning: Crimson Moon Academy rewards strength, cunning, and adaptability. It has no patience for weakness, stupidity, or defiance. Choose your path wisely." She sat back down, apparently done with her welcome speech. Conversation slowly resumed, though more subdued than before. "Not survive?" Sophie squeaked. "What does she mean, not survive?" "It's just intimidation tactics," Jenny said from further down the table, though she looked pale. "They're trying to scare us into