I didn’t think anything could be more horrifying than watching mages splatter my parents’ blood across our kitchen. I was wrong…

When the same dark mages drag me off to a college called Villain Academy, I learn that I’m the long lost heir to a royal family of dark magic. I’m destined to manipulate the world through fear—and to stand beside the other heirs: four scorching-hot, arrogant young men who rule this school.

I don’t want to use a power that feeds off people’s pain, but I have to master my shaky talents fast if I want to survive. The students here are even more vicious than the teachers.

And my fellow royals are worst of all.

No way will I bow to any villain, no matter how brutally alluring. They can turn on the charm or tear me down, but they can’t break me.

I’ll use whatever darkness I find inside myself to take this place down.


“Leave him alone!” I said, marching toward the guys. “You’re hurting him.” Three startled gazes leapt to me, the flames flickering down. The divine devil grinned. “I’m teaching him a necessary lesson. Are you aiming to get schooled too?” His eyes skimmed down over my body, and I was abruptly aware of my wrinkled tee and loose jeans in comparison with the pressed dress shirts and slacks everyone around me was sporting. “You look like you could use it.” My eyes narrowed. “You’re welcome to try.” Before I’d even finished speaking, his lips moved and his fingers twitched, and a streak of flame darted across the floor toward me. If he’d thought he was going to shock me, he had no idea what I’d already been through today. I stomped my foot down on the fire, restraining a wince at the flare of magical heat, and glared. “Is that the best you’ve got?” The copper-haired guy let out a laugh. The divine devil’s mouth curled into a sneer, his expression as cocky as before, but a quivering sensation flitted through the air between us. It wriggled through my ribs and up to the base of my throat, sharp and heady, as if I’d bitten my tongue. The guy whipped another lick of flame at me and the kid, and one defiant word crackled over my tongue. “Freeze.” The quivering jolted out of me—and a sheen of frost raced across the floor, swallowing the flames and fixing the guy’s loafers to the floor with a glint of ice. The kid dashed away. My pulse stuttered. What the fuck? How did that— Had I done that? Where had that power come from? The jitter of uncertainty that hit me was my undoing. The guy recovered in a flash. He stomped his heel, the ice crinkling away under it, and the entire surface beneath me turned slick and hazy. I moved to take a step, and my feet shot out from under me. I landed on my ass with a sting of pain up my spine. The frigid layer of ice bit into my palms. “Do you really want to keep going?” the divine devil said, managing to sound both teasing and menacing.

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