Black Summoner Sera Novels & Stories

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

Enzo’s words stirred demons within Sera, stirring memories better buried. She remembered the difficulties she had to bear, ugly things she did to get through. Her eyes misted, but she quickly fought the tears. She didn't want to unravel in front of Enzo, didn't want him to see her own weaknesses. "Perhaps that is why you have no heart," Sera whispered aloud. Enzo's eyes snapped to hers, searching. "You think I am heartless?" he asked, his voice laced with so much vulnerability. Sera is colored. "I didn't mean it quite like that," she hastened to say.

Their wolves stirred, heads bowing, not just to Kael, but to me. Power thrummed in my veins. The strength of the Black Ash Pack, its acceptance, its loyalty, it poured into me as if I had always been meant to stand here. I straightened, my voice carrying without effort, rich and unshakable. “I am Serena, your Luna. I have bled, I have fought, I have endured what should have broken me. But I stand here tonight, not as the cursed wolf you whispered about, not as the exile you scorned. I stand as your shield, your strength, your storm.”

Ages ranging from sixteen to twenty-three, all looking terrified and hopeful in equal measure. "Good morning," I said gently. "I'm Sera. Welcome to Crescent Moon." "Alpha Sera," one of them corrected, her voice awed. She was maybe eighteen, with dark skin and gold-flecked eyes. "The seventh generation. The one who conquered death." I winced. "That story's gotten a bit exaggerated."

Sera and her fellow warrior crouched at the stairs, ready to die if necessary. I looked at the box in my hands. At the Moon Shard pulsing with ancient power, with centuries of hope and sacrifice. Then I smiled. Sharp. Fierce. The way an Alpha smiles before battle. "Sera," I said quietly. "How many warriors can we summon back here if I call them from the clearing?" She calculated quickly. "All of them. But it will drain you. Possibly kill you." "That's not an answer to my question." Sera smiled, grim and proud. "All twenty, Alpha. Every single one."

But it seemed that he was going to have to do it the hard way. “I guess were going to have to do things differently,” he said. Ares grinned widely. “A summons?” He nodded. The other werewolf rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. “Oh, this should be fun.” A summons was an enchantment that tethered a mate to the other. One that made a tattoo appear on their skin, alerting them of the mating bond. It burned until the mate came to find theirs. And if Nora was going to run from him, and lie to him, he’d just make it so that she had to come find him instead.

And who the hell is this Sera" she asked loudly and he smiled again "I see you have nothing to say then I will take my leave" she rolled eyes at him and made to walk away when he pulled her back to himself swiftly such that their faces were just few inches apart She look up and him and their eyes met "Sera.. You are Sera" Desmond said staring directly into her eyes "I've known you for a long time" he said again while she just stared at him "Why do you keep calling me Sera? She finally asked "Because that's who you are.. and I can proof it to you.. he replied

“Victor’s former war captain. Thought dead after the Romano purge.” Mara’s voice was grim. “He’s alive. And he’s not hiding anymore.” Serena didn’t hesitate. “Then neither will I.” --- The sky was streaked with crimson and gray, the colors of war. Serena walked through the villa’s halls fully dressed in armor—sleek black leather that moved like second skin. Twin pistols were strapped to her thighs, her mother’s dagger riding at her hip. No crown. No veil. No silk. Only fire.

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000 HP- ???? CON-???? ATK- 550 STR- 184 DEF-200 DEX-40 Speed- 64 AGI-64 Skills- Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Fire Art( Unique) Penetrating Volley(Mystic) Magic Resistance(Mystic) Cursed( Unique) Miasma(Mystic) Flight(Mystic) Devouring Wings(Unique) Despite their increased levels, their stats haven't altered much because