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

"Let them activate the geas. Let them drag you to the Catacombs. We will break you out. We will fight. We will tear the Academy apart stone by stone if that is what it takes to free you from their chains." "No." I touched the brand on my wrist, feeling it pulse, feeling the connection that ran from my skin to something beneath the Academy, something older, hungrier, more patient. "Refusing would hand them the narrative they want. The villainess who defies authority. The witch who will not submit to legitimate examination. They would write my guilt in headlines and distribute it through every crystal in the Academy. They would turn my defiance into proof of my corruption, my resistance into e

Your unique skills in demon relations will be invaluable. Come prepared to serve the greater good. —Archbishop Marcus The trap was set. The pieces were moving. And the story was trying to reassert itself. But it hadn't counted on one thing: Characters who refused to follow the script.

“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.

“B-But—” "I told you that I don't kill people because I recognized that each of us has a unique story to tell. Not all villains choose to be what they are by birth. Perhaps they are simply a victim of this brutal world. However, if your employer attempts to interfere with me, I will not hesitate to kill him." Ace is never out of Val's sight. "I wished to assist you. You also have the option to murder me when I release you. However, would such devastation alter this terrible world?”

“Even if they're my friends?” “Even if they're your friends, Ivy. There'll be a point at which you'd make a choice that is neither favorable to you nor your friend. That doesn't make you a bad person.” “If it doesn't make you a bad person. Then it makes you evil.” I adjusted where I was seated. It made no sense. Why would I watch my friends suffer when I could help them? “We learnt that in our first year, Ivy. Don't tell me you've forgotten. It's part of the 23 werewolf rules of this academy. Rather than die along with whomever you're trying to save, run away. It doesn't make you a coward.”

"If the academy comes, the next generation learns their manners from strangers instead of their own blood." I did not smile. This was not a victory lap, and every item on it was a wound. "We have to do something," I said. "We'll use the pack law Draven still claims to honor, if he honors anything of the old ways at all. I will stand in the main hall and demand a formal vote on whether the academy sits on Black Moon ground. If the pack says yes, I will live with it. If the pack says no, he has to live with that instead of calling every objection fear."

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

Resistance wasn't an option. Respect was demanded, a laughable concept considering my stinging welcome. This mutual respect, supposedly, was built on a foundation of 'trust' ... what she really should have said was 'of fear and control.' Education at the academy wasn't just about serving our sentence. It was about being indoctrinated into their world and learning our "place" in vampire society. And finally, No escape. The most bone-chilling rule of all. Any escape attempt meant severe repercussions, not just for the escapee but for all humans at the academy... A collective punishment that ensured compliance through fear.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

She gave me a sharp gaze, “Hindi nga sabi! Bakit mo ba ginigiit ‘yan!? Hindi ba sabi kong hindi!? ‘Di ka na ba maka-intindi Vexyiana? Tignan mo nga ang nangyari sa ama mo! Hindi ka ba nadadala!? At isa pa, kakaiba ‘yang ability mo! Sa tingin mo ba alam ng school na ‘yan kung ano gagawin kapag na-trigger nanaman ‘yan!?” I maintained my straight face, “Ma, are you worried about me..? Or do you just not accept me? My ability..?” “Iniingatan lang ki-“ “THEN WHY? Look Ma! The Academy, it’s a chance! I can prove myself, I-I can earn myself! I’ll be happy! Pero… Pero bakit parang ayaw mo naman ako maging masaya ma? I obeyed you for 19 years! 19! I was in the dark for 19 f*cking years! GOD! MA! Let