Dark Salamander Summoners War Novels & Stories

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

He’s not involved in any of this. "Interesting," Adrian said, his eyes darkening with a hidden fire. "That is my proposal. I want him. I want a marriage contract. I will clear every cent of your debt, I will give you the money you need to stay afloat, and I will keep the banks away from your door. In exchange, you give me your son. He moves into my house. He takes my name. He belongs to me." "You want Luca?" Dante shouted, standing up. "He’s just a kid! He has nothing to do with the war between us!"

“Speak the tongue of fire and shadow. Call them by name, and they will come.” I lifted my hand, crimson dripping, and let the demon words tear from my throat. “Karveth shuun tal’Vareth… Sorrak ven’thur malaekh… Riv’thar nox Drelkaar!” The forest answered with a shudder. The blood hissed where it hit the soil; black smoke curled up, twisting into shapes. “By blood I bind… by wrath I summon… Rise, Seven! Rise and answer your heir!”

Immediately, the hunter's body began to shiver not only because he was going to die at that moment but because of the darkness filled in her eyes and how unbearable it was at sight. She folded her fist tight, the hunter caught fire bursting in a twinkle of an eye. She discovered that the number of demons were reducing than that of the hunters, she had to do the other alternative to win this war by summoning all the dead soldiers. "Servants of the dead hear my call. Raise at my call and follow my beading." One by one they rose matching in a gathering form. They all knelt down awaiting for her orders. She smiled. "The war must be worn by the demons. Remember your oat to you king, it's time you

she said reading the rest of it. Dremis appeared behind her grabbing her. “Ah you found my surprise he said still holding onto her. “I need your blood to make this spell work.” He said putting the book down. “No,” she said struggling with him. He summoned a dagger, and slice her hand, it bled. Dremis squeezed blood into a cup and released her. “Thanks.” He said opening the book back to the spell. “Now you are going to like this next part. I am going to send you back, when I need you again, I will call and you will come willingly or not.”

"Very well, Isolde. I will help you perform this spell, but we must be cautious. The consequences of wielding such dark magic are unpredictable." Isolde's smile widened, a feral glint in her eyes. "Agreed, Baros. We'll take every precaution. The coven will soon bow to our will, and there will be no one left to oppose us." With their dark pact sealed, Isolde and Baros delved into the forbidden pages of the ancient tome, embarking on a perilous journey that would grant them immense power but also set into motion a chain of events that could shatter the delicate balance of their world. As the incantations began to flow, the shadows in the room seemed to deepen, echoing the darkness that now gri

Scene One: The March of Fire In the forest, Caelum stood at the head of the Eclipse Wolves, their black pelts rippling with shadowy energy. Behind him, a sea of glowing eyes blinked in the darkness—wolves who had sworn allegiance not to light, nor to balance, but to the deep, endless void. “Alpha,” one of his lieutenants, a skeletal black wolf named Veyra, stepped forward. “The Solar Wolves have begun the summoning. If they succeed, there will be no shadows left to rule.”

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.

We can't ask for more. My thoughts turn to my uncle. He had a talisman around his neck that interfered with our magic and lured us from Sarn's castle. Dmitri's witches said it came from another witch but Dmitri's been unable to get more answers. It's a problem within his realm but if he needs us we will come. Sarn and Sierra moved back to his lair and they've been fixing it up with the help of the humans. Sierra still has her wolf form as well as being dragon. I've never seen Sarn this happy and the same thing can be said for us all. Life is beyond good.

“Something is coming. Bigger than the rogues. Bigger than Alistair. And we’re at the center of it.” Suddenly, the wind shifted. From the shadows, a long, mournful howl echoed through the trees. Callum’s eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t one of ours.” “No,” Victor said, stepping forward. “That was a summon.” Lily’s stomach dropped. “Summon for what?” Victor turned slowly, his face pale. “For war.”