Novel & Cerita My Villian Academia

He’s male, which means claiming him means claiming him in front of everyone. And if I did? The shame burning in my chest. The shock on the elders’ faces. My father’s reaction. Every expectation I’ve carried since birth, shattered in one moment. This is exactly why I can never claim him. And Tavian and Astarian are refusing to see this. Three alpha heirs bound to one wolfless scholarship student. Never heard of that before in the history of this pack. And even the other two packs. “But I love writing history.” Vale said, breaking his silence after he had insulted me earlier in the stall.

He slumped back, consciousness fleeing into the cider's oblivion, his head lolling against the booth's wooden frame. I sat in the silence, the rain drumming against the roof, the geas burning on my wrist, the weight of Vance's confession settling in my chest like stones dropped into deep water. The Academy had known. Always known. They had built their power on an ancient hunger, fed it with students and secrets, and when it began to wake, when the corruption spread too far to hide, they found me - a convenient monster, a reusable villainess, a scapegoat who could be sacrificed when the narrative demanded.

Vaike responded honestly. Even now, he couldn't shake off the chill crawling up his spine. - Saintly Woods Academy was a prestigious private academy for elites located in Springberg. Its vast campus was perpetually filled with the sounds of studious students amidst rustic and picturesque landscapes. It was the pride of Springberg, renowned for its academic and educational excellence. A glance at the school's alumni would reveal the multitude of brilliant individuals it had produced and the numerous accolades it had achieved.

I stopped but still turned my back on her, my gaze fell on Chloe who was one step ahead of me. 'I know Miss Miller is your mate" Val continued which finally made me turn to look at him again. he knows? We've only met once, and I'm still not entirely sure Vhloe is my mate. "You hate Zaya because she was a traitor. Meanwhile, you also know that I hate Rogue and Halflings like your mate," Val looked at me without blinking. All his life Val has always been serious, his dark past has shaped him to be like this. His parents were Rogue, they dumped Val in the forest until he almost died. Finally Val was found and adopted by a couple in Yellowstone Pack who had no children.

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

This was the first time Vicky found herself in such a situation, and she could not help but panic. "So...should we get moving now?" "Yeah." Meanwhile, in another hospital, Jonathan had regained consciousness from the surgery, and his face twisted with anger. "Capture that wh*re by tonight! I want her to suffer!" he roared. "Get that Zendonian kid as well! If you can't capture them alive, kill them on sight!" The academy Vicky studied in was the most respected academy of Molivia, and its influence surpassed Jonathan's family. He knew he needed to seek revenge on Vicky as soon as possible, or he might not have a chance to do so later.

He laughed internally deep within him because it was obvious that Vicky was head over heels for him. Then, Vicky brought Lucas toward the Dark Academy. In no time, Lucas arrived outside of Dark Academy. "This is the Dark Academy." Vicky looked at Lucas. "Oh right, my name's Vicky Leo. I haven't gotten to know of your name." "Lucas York." Then, Lucas glanced at the Dark Academy with a critical gaze. Indeed, Dark Academy was the number academy in Lands of Guilt, as it looked grand. Lucas and Vicky entered Dark Academy.

Maelik said. “I know.” “That alone is enough to make half the Dominion think the academy is on fire.” “It nearly was.” Maelik’s gaze slid toward him. “I heard.” Of course, he had. Nothing truly stayed contained at Blood Oath Academy, least of all a summoning gone wrong in the central ritual chamber. Theron kept his eyes on the grounds below. “Then you know I had other priorities.” Maelik was silent for a moment. Then, “The girl.” not a question. Theron’s jaw tightened. “Her name is Virelle.”

He wants to ship me off to this bloody academy so he would continue being Alpha while I'm learning what exactly? This felt like exile disguised as honor. A way to get me out of his hair while he consolidated power. The thought made my blood boil. Bullshit, just bullshit. My eyes hardened with anger. Then I heard Riven continue, "The following names are chosen to come study at the Academy." He started listing names from each pack starting from Firstfell and I saw him call Tyrion's buddy from earlier and then finally he got to Grimwell. "Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton