Dark Salamander Summoners War Novels & Stories

Rhea and Niko appeared from the den, bloodied but alive, blades flashing. Seris's mist thickened across the battlefield, obscuring, confusing, enemy wolves snapping at shadows. But there were too many. For every Shadow Pack wolf that fell, two more pressed forward. They did not care about losses. This was a holy war. A reclamation. They would burn themselves to ash if it meant drowning Luna in bodies. Theron watched from his perch, eyes glowing, lips moving in a chant. Luna felt it—a pulling. A *summoning.*

"That’s not ours." I followed them outside. The horizon burned faintly gold with the first light of dawn—but above it, clouds were forming, swirling unnaturally, pulling toward a single point in the distance. The air vibrated, low and rhythmic, like the earth itself was chanting. "The Summoning," Julian whispered. "What?" He turned to me, his expression grim. "Old stories. Before the first packs, before the Moon’s Blessing. When an Alpha carried too much power, the world itself called it back through a ritual—the Summoning. It was meant to restore balance."

"How is that possible?" "I'm certain that it had an owner, so it’s probably summoned," Lucas replied, thinking. "A summoner from the capital might be tracking us down." "Summoner?" "It's one of the classifications of mages," Alice pointed out. "They specialized in using spells to open portals from different dimensions to summon beasts … but only for a limited time." "I’m pretty sure it’s one of the members of the Frostguarde," Robert said. Lucas nodded. "Luna, make the most of your time scouting the west entrance of the forest. That beast might come back … and perhaps with the summoner this time."

Badmus replied. Knock. Knock. Knock. " Lord Ruckus, " the voice said," the alpha king has summoned you. " Ruckus eyed Badmus, clenching his fists.

Just like how the vampires know about us and want me dead for it. I suck in a breath and look at Ruth. I’ve been backed into a corner and my only option is to agree with her, though I won’t be able to give her what she wants. I’m not working with the Devil and agreeing won’t summon him. But…I have no other choice. “I’ll summon him,” I say, and all my breath leaves me. I close my eyes in a long blink, trying hard to focus on anything other than the crippling anxiety that’s pulsing through me. “And then it will be up to him.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Now think, is it worth it to go anywhere from here? "Won't they find me here?" Something I very much doubt that for such it will be a problem. And in general, explain who "they" are? “They” are mercenaries. Three werewolves and they don't care about you, me, or anyone. They have an order and they fulfill it. - Who is the customer? - Alpha Onyx, - I nodded, although I did not understand anything and there was a mess in my head from the information received. - Why do they need this artifact, if you say that it is tied to the blood of the Ambers?

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

“Same as you.” “Why?” he asked. “Is the kingdom at war?” “No,” she assured him. He looked relieved about that, since his father would be called into battle if a war did erupt between Frindom and another kingdom. “I was training to… kill the dragon.” It sounded ridiculous coming out of her mouth now, now that she knew the truth, that Slate was a shifter and that he hadn’t actually been killing the people he took with him all of these years. But it was the truth, and she wasn’t about to lie to Gavin, not now.