My Villian Academia Novels & Stories

"Trust me." I don't trust him, but I hand him my phone, curious to see what happens next. "I, Atticus Maximillion Preston the fourth," he begins, "being of sound mind and body do willingly give Lilliana Adare access to the Legacy floor for the remainder of her time here at The Luminary Society Academy for Young Entrepreneurs." he pauses, licking his lips. "This includes access to all facilities, materials, and privileges in perpetuity."

Was this what it pays to be an Alpha'? My father never told me everything I needed to know. He kept hiding secrets from me telling me that the Moon Goddess requests for their sacrifices. But I had enough. No explanation could fill in the void in my heart. This, I felt, was how Villains were born. Suddenly, I began to feel my head ache seriously. I guess I was pretty tired from a rough day. It worsened. My whole body hurt as well. Lily wasn't here to treat me. I was alone.

The little girl looked at Helena distrustfully. "really? You thought I was busy or you didn't call me because you already found a replacement" she then stared at Ava disdainfully. "of course not, how could anybody replace you, nobody is qualified enough to do that" Helena said in an appeasing manner. Helena turned to Ava, "this is Vivian, she wants to be a physician when she grows up so she follows me everywhere" Ava looked down at Vivian who was currently glaring at her. She bent down to the little girl's height.

the list goes on. Current Survival Rate: 0.8% Emergency Protocol Initiated. Complete your first mission within ten seconds or face a dramatic death. At least it won't be as disgraceful as your first death. Don't worry. Your first mission will be hot. Emergency Detection Complete... Host's IQ: Acceptable. Host's Luck: Catastrophically Terrible. Host's Mouth: Excessively Reckless. Overall Evaluation... Congratulations! You are perfectly qualified to become this world's most hated villainess.

The council had only approved the Nightvale alliance out of desperation—a faint hope Vaenya’s offspring could suit a crippled Sovereign. But her scouts had dug up my history across the south, and my records were a mess compared to my mother’s perfect legend. Failures in tactical school? Sure. Maybe my wolf just hated scrolls. But skipping classes, staying absent, only showing up for final survival tests? That hinted at a rotten attitude. My scent barely registered in the academy. Yet somehow, I always landed top scores among the vanguard. Was I cheating? Some rivals whispered it. If not for my stepsister, Vaelira Nightvale the perfect student who pleaded my case with the elders—they would’ve

Powerful men always care about themselves. “Most P.A.s don’t last long in this environment,” Mr Blackwood said suddenly. “I’ll try my best,” I replied, even though I wanted to say something else. I can only try him by crossing boundaries, not understanding him. If I mirror his energy, my chance of survival is around 70. A knock came, and a man entered the office. “This is Director Kade. He’ll train you officially and plan with you,” Mr Blackwood said. “Yes, sir,” I replied, turning to him. “Hello, sir. " My name is Gianne Morgan.”

Enter At Your Own Risk Graduation day is fast approaching, and finally Van will be free from the stresses of high school life. For one thing, there is nothing romantic about studying in Lister’s Academy. It’s a daily torture where they are made to follow stupid school rules and endure ill-tempered teachers. For another, the place crawls with haughty school-mates, and who knows if they really learned anything useful. In fact, in his stay here his Math never improved at all.

'Tsk, what a mess. As the academy's nature, which emphasizes that students are treated equally regardless of the peerage, they can do it arbitrarily. So it didn't matter if its the daughter or son of a Duke, Marquees, Count, or Baron. If they make a grave mistake, they will be expelled and their future is bleak. However, those ladies are not afraid to be expelled because they know that Fuschia will not report it. On one occasion when Fuschia was about to come home from the academy, Fuschia heard Lady Luna and Lady Beatrice along with several other ladies crowding behind the open classroom door.

The entire crowd of students gasped at the sight of the gigantic hologram towering above us. The mere virtual presence of this unusual woman kept us in suspense. “I am Chancellor Emola Thorne,” the hologram said. “Here at Zen Academy, my faculty and I have made it our objective to seek out each of you based on your exceptional abilities. We know many of you come from households and cities that do not understand your capabilities, or the reason you have frightening gifts. Some of you may have been exploited or hunted by those closest to you because of this. But rest assured, you are safe in this environment. You’ll learn to use these abilities for the betterment of yourselves and all mankind.

Viola’s dux was Lillian, a fifth-year student of Avalon Academy. She didn’t seem to have much personality and seemed to have mastered the act of sneaking up on people. Viola had to guess it was due to her invisible aura, Lilian was so stealthy she could have been standing next to Viola for seconds and Viola wouldn't know. Lillian also barely spoke, and every time she spoke it was only because it was necessary. She had brown short hair that covered her eyes and dark brown skin. She was tall and lanky, way taller than Viola ever imagined a girl would be. But her stature wasn't so frightening since she looked frail all the time.