Novel & Cerita My Villian Academia

A ghost with a pulse. Footsteps approached. Valen Drake. Ranked 2nd in the academy. Charismatic. Arrogant. Untouchable. Known for his illusion-based abilities—and his habit of appearing only when it benefited him. “Thought I’d finally meet the girl who cracked the system,” he said with a smirk, hands in his coat pockets. Mira didn’t turn. “I didn’t crack it. I became part of it.” “Even more impressive,” he said, stepping beside her. “You know, there’s talk of you being dangerous. That you’re not really... you anymore.”

“If any of you disrespect my daughters again, I’ll personally throw you into the rogues’ territory myself!” Silence instantly fell over the council chamber. The resentment was still there; I could feel it radiating off them like heat, but no one dared to let it become words. I was about to climb into the pack vehicle when my phone suddenly vibrated in my hand. Vada was calling. The moment I answered, her panicked voice burst through the line. “Gwen, I wouldn’t have called unless it was serious, but something happened at the academy dormitory. Rumi is accused of stealing one of the High Chancellor’s sacred artifacts. They already presented evidence against her… They’re expelling her from the

"You, on the other hand—piano lessons, dance classes, helping your father run the pack. That doesn't leave much time for studying. Better use every minute you've got." A knowing smirk spread across Vivienne's face. She thought I was telling her to study hard because I planned to swap our scores. "That's none of your concern. Starting tomorrow, I won't even be coming to school. My father's sending me to the Royal Academy. The teaching there is a hundred times better. I'll be the top scorer in the entire wolf territory." The comments went wild. [The heroine's telling her about the Royal Academy on purpose—she wants the villain to believe she'll ace it, so the villain will go through with the s

Zeda rolled her eyes, and he laughed, the sound deep and warm, vibrating her insides. “Well, that was me defending myself against arrogant jerks,” she said, filling her mouth with fried chicken. Lucian leaned back, his arms crossed, curiosity on his face. “Tell me about it.” Zeda told him about her confrontation with Vyr that led to the viral video and also her encounters with Torvin and Adrian. “You seem to know everything about the academy now,” Lucian said when she was done. She was surprised he didn't say anything about his fellow princes first. Though his expression hadn’t changed much, she had seen anger flash in his eyes more than once.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

“How is the academy treating you?” “It’s a lot different than I expected,” she said honestly. “I thought it was going to be a place of torment for vampires, but it’s nothing like that. It’s an actual academy like the one we went to. There are professors and tutors; I have to go to nightly classes. 4 of them each night to be exact. They give us exhausting homework; we have breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They let us drink wine during dinner which is laced with blood,” she went on to explain. “It’s how we keep the cravings from getting too bad and it helps. I’m in a section that doesn’t require a lot of blood-lust training. Besides the first time I’ve changed, I haven’t really lost my mind for b

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

“Uh…James…I mean Lord Caden, we are clearly at fault this time. Please accept the eighth-level plane as a token of apology from the Valiant Alliance.” Hyrum gave a nervous chuckle and tried to excuse himself. “Did we say you could leave?” Lady Wikolia teleported and stood in Hyrumʼs way. “Lady… Lady Wikolia…” Hyrum looked at her warily. “What else do you want from me, Lady Wikolia?” “Die.” Lady Wikolia reached her hand out toward Hyrumʼs chest. “You’re within the Dieux Academyʼs grounds. Shouldnʼt you get my permission first before doing anything here?” Lemuel said coldly.