My Villian Academia Novels & Stories

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.

She would then laugh and say, "princess, do you accept defeat now?" The princess all in the name of a game didn't wanted to accept defeat. "I will never accept defeat, only when I am dead" Since then Reine plotted to get rid of the princess, that was how the powerful friendship they shared turned into some kind of game. End of flashback. Reine threw the frame away in anger, causing the screen to break, she gazed at the other frame, it was her and her mother.

The air in the Lunar Combat Arena was thick with tension. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my fingers clutching the vial of wolfsbane hidden in my pocket. The scent of sweat and anticipation from the other students—alphas, all of them—pressed against me, a reminder of how out of place I was. Dominion Academy wasn’t built for someone like me. An omega. A liar. Yet here I was, disguised as Val Rhen, a supposed alpha heir of a nonexistent pack, surrounded by wolves who could tear me apart if they knew the truth.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

"It is an elite institution owned entirely by the royal family. It is strictly open to the high nobility of the werewolf kingdoms, and a select few on exceptional scholarships." The moment the words left her mouth, the name sent a sharp pain through my chest. Valtheris Academy. The name continued to echo loudly inside my head, a deafening, mocking roar that made the blood completely drain from my face. My grip tightened on the armrests until my knuckles turned white. Silas. His name flashed in my mind like a brand of pure fire. Valtheris Academy was the exact, prestigious institution Silas had used me to get into. Silas, the bastard who had ruthlessly crushed my soul, the man who had spent y

I walk into my first class of the day and immediately sit at the back. I fiddle with the buttons on my sweater as I wait for other students to make their way in. My schedule is almost the same to what I was enrolled in at Waindale High School, except for two electives. They've been replaced with nutrition and wellness and the very mysterious lycanthropy. Vivianne explained before class that it's something the humans at the Academy can take. It teaches them about their fellow students, how to cope with the idea, and how to view the world from this new perspective without becoming overwhelmed.

replaced by something equally precise Nora kept her own face exactly as it was. Beside her, Marcus had gone very still in the way she'd already noticed humans went still around the ones with real power. Not fear, exactly. Something more involuntary than that. "Welcome to Vael Academy." Caspian's voice carried without effort. not loud "For those of you attending for the first time you'll find your orientation packets in your rooms. covering housing assignments Read them. All of them. The ignorance of a rule hasn't historically been considered a defense at this institution."

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?