All Chapters of My First Pet Is a Nightmare God : Chapter 11
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Chapter 11: Shadows That Shouldn’t Exist
The whispers had begun to spread like cracks in thin ice.By the end of the week, I could feel them following me through the academy corridors not loud enough to confront, but persistent enough to notice. Students who once ignored me now watched from the corners of their eyes. Beasts that used to trot past with arrogant confidence now hesitated or outright refused to come near. Even the instructors, who had written me off as another forgotten failure, occasionally paused their conversations when I walked by carrying cleaning supplies or inventory crates.I kept my head down and my expression blank, playing the part they expected: the quiet, broken F-rank janitor condemned to endless menial labor. But every time a bonded creature shied away or a student’s voice faltered mid-laugh, a cold spark of satisfaction bloomed in my chest.Nyxar never let me forget how delicious it was.“They sense me,” he murmured one afternoon as I scrubbed scorch marks from the floor of Training Hall Seven.
Chapter 12: The First Victim
The whispers had become impossible to ignore.By the middle of the second week, the entire lower floors of the academy carried an undercurrent of unease whenever I passed. Students no longer openly mocked me they simply stepped aside faster, their conversations dying mid-sentence. Beasts that once strutted proudly now lowered their heads or growled uneasily when I approached. Even the cleaning staff, who had treated me with casual contempt, now avoided eye contact and finished their own tasks quicker when I was nearby.I kept my head down and continued the assigned duties, but inside, the bond with Nyxar had grown sharper, more intimate. His voice was no longer occasional it was a constant presence, guiding, commenting, hungry.Tonight, the academy felt quieter than usual. Most students had retreated to their dorms after evening drills. I was finishing the last of my assignments: inventory check in the beast supply wing, a dimly lit warehouse filled with crates of raw meat, enchanted
Chapter 13: A Dangerous Secret
The news spread faster than I expected.By the next morning, the entire lower academy buzzed with hushed conversations and uneasy glances. Students clustered in small groups, whispering about the incident in the supply wing. Marcus Vale had been seen limping to the infirmary with his flame lynx barely able to walk beside him. The once-proud beast now moved with a limp, its flames reduced to weak flickers, its eyes dull and haunted.No one had clear details, but the rumors filled in the gaps.“They say the lynx attacked Drax and something… fought back.”“Marcus looked terrified. Like he’d seen a ghost.”“His beast won’t even look at him anymore.”I moved through the corridors carrying a crate of fresh restraints for the beast training grounds, my expression carefully blank. The weight felt insignificant now. My body moved with a quiet efficiency that no longer required conscious effort. The shadows followed at the edges of my vision, obedient and waiting.Nyxar’s voice curled through m
Chapter 14: Watching Eyes
The rumors no longer whispered they echoed.By the end of the week, the entire academy had begun to notice that something unnatural walked among them. Students avoided the corridors I frequented. Instructors lingered longer when I passed, their conversations dropping to low murmurs. Even the cleaning staff, who had once treated me with casual disdain, now finished their tasks in record time whenever I appeared nearby.I continued my assigned duties with mechanical precision sweeping halls, hauling supplies, scrubbing blood and scorch marks from training floors. On the surface, I remained the perfect image of an F-rank failure: quiet, obedient, broken.Inside, the bond with Nyxar had become a constant, living thing.Every night in the outer dorm, I practiced. The shadows answered me with effortless obedience now. I could extend them across an entire room, shape them into claws or wings, or use them to erase evidence of my presence entirely. My senses had sharpened to the point where I
Chapter 15: Return to the Academy
The outer dorm had begun to feel less like exile and more like a strategic vantage point.Each morning I reported for my assigned duties, carrying crates, scrubbing floors, and running errands with mechanical efficiency. On the surface, nothing had changed. I was still the F-rank failure, the cracked egg reduced to janitorial work. But the atmosphere around me had shifted dramatically.Students no longer mocked me openly. They watched.Beasts no longer ignored me. They feared.And the instructors those who mattered had begun to pay attention in ways that went beyond simple curiosity.I moved through the main academy corridors carrying a stack of enchanted training restraints, the weight negligible now that my strength had grown. The runes etched into the walls glowed faintly as I passed, as though reacting to the darkness coiled inside me. Nyxar’s presence hummed steadily in the back of my mind, a constant companion that no longer felt invasive but natural.“They are returning to thei
Chapter 16: Still a Failure?
The question hung in the air like a challenge no one dared to voice openly.“Still a failure?”It followed me through the academy like an invisible shadow of its own. Students no longer shouted it in the corridors, but I heard it in their hushed conversations, saw it in their sidelong glances, felt it in the way beasts tensed and instructors paused mid-step whenever I passed.I continued my duties without reaction sweeping the lower training halls, hauling supplies, scrubbing the aftermath of other students’ glory. The work was monotonous, degrading by design. Yet every bucket of dirty water I emptied, every scorch mark I erased, felt like another layer of camouflage.Nyxar found endless amusement in it.“They still call you failure in their hearts,” he murmured one afternoon as I mopped the floor of Hall Four after a particularly brutal sparring session. “How delightful. Let them cling to that illusion a little longer. It makes the moment they realize the truth all the more exquisite
Chapter 17: The Quiet Change
The change was quiet at first, like the slow creep of night across the sky.I noticed it in small things.My footsteps no longer echoed the same way in the empty corridors. They fell softer, almost silent, as though the floor itself had learned to muffle my presence. My reflection in the polished surfaces of the training halls showed eyes that had grown noticeably darker, the black flecks now dominant enough that casual observers might mistake them for dilated pupils in dim light. The temperature around me dropped by a few degrees when my focus sharpened, a subtle chill that made nearby students pull their jackets tighter without understanding why.The bond with Nyxar had deepened into something seamless.He no longer felt like a separate entity whispering in my mind. He felt like an extension of myself ancient, possessive, and endlessly hungry. His voice had become a constant undercurrent, commenting, guiding, savoring every ripple of unease that spread through the academy.“You are
Chapter 18: A Challenge Issued
The challenge came on a gray afternoon when the New York sky hung low and heavy with clouds, casting the academy grounds in muted tones.I was crossing the central courtyard after finishing inventory duty when the air shifted. Conversations died. Footsteps slowed. The usual bustle of students moving between classes quieted as if someone had flipped a switch.Kael Thorn stood in the middle of the open space, arms crossed, his golden mane lion pacing beside him with restless energy. A small crowd had already gathered, drawn by the promise of spectacle. Phones hovered discreetly, ready to record.Kael’s voice carried clearly across the courtyard.“Drax.”I stopped, the crate of supplies still balanced on one shoulder. The weight felt trivial now. My body had grown stronger with every passing day, the bond feeding me a steady stream of raw power that made ordinary effort feel almost insulting.Kael’s eyes burned with barely contained fury. The humiliation from our last encounter and the l
Chapter 19: Kael Thorn
The training arena buzzed with anticipation by dusk.Word of the challenge had spread like wildfire through the academy. Students filled the stands in growing numbers, their voices a low, excited hum. Holographic screens floated above the central platform, displaying live feeds and basic statistics. Kael Thorn’s profile glowed prominently top-ranked genius tamer, S-rank potential, bonded to a golden mane lion known for its overwhelming physical power and fiery mane attacks.My own profile remained pitifully sparse: F-rank, cracked egg, no viable beast signature listed.The crowd loved the narrative. The fallen failure daring to face one of the academy’s brightest stars. It was the kind of story that made for excellent entertainment and even better gossip.I stood at the edge of the arena floor, dressed in the plain gray uniform of support staff. No dramatic entrance. No fanfare. Just the quiet janitor who had somehow survived long enough to earn a public challenge.Kael Thorn entered
Chapter 20: This Time… Fight Back
The arena had gone deathly silent after Kael Thorn dropped to his knees.No cheers. No triumphant roars from the crowd. Only the heavy, stunned quiet of hundreds of students who had come expecting to watch a failure get crushed and instead witnessed something they couldn’t explain.Kael’s golden mane lion lay sprawled on the floor beside him, breathing shallowly, its once-fiery mane reduced to weak, flickering embers. The beast’s eyes were wide with terror, fixed on me as if I were the monster from its nightmares.Kael himself looked broken not physically, but in every way that mattered to someone like him. The arrogance had shattered. In its place was raw, unfiltered fear.I stood a few feet away, the shadows at my feet slowly retreating back into the floor. I had held back deliberately. Not enough power to reveal the full truth, but more than enough to shatter the illusion that I was still the same weak boy from the awakening ceremony.The referee’s voice cracked over the speakers,