Dark Salamander Summoners War Novels & Stories

Someone they grew up with? I see a burst of purple lightning then. Callum. He’s making his way across a field, surrounded by Soul Eaters. And they’re going for Ally. She doesn’t seem to notice yet. I’m moving in that direction before I can stop myself. And before I know it I'm again in the middle of a battlefield. “Evan!” Amber yells in the distance. A Soul Eater heading towards the wolf she’s been with. The Soul Eater is already weakening the wolf. But Amber doesn’t care, she runs in between them!

Stories said he'd killed his own father to claim his pack. He stood in the center of the battlefield and began chanting. Dark magic swirled around him, visible even from here. Black and purple smoke rose from the ground, writhing like living snakes. The temperature dropped. My breath misted in the suddenly cold air. "What is he doing?" Garrett asked beside me, his voice trembling. I knew. Oh gods, I knew. "He's summoning something," I whispered. The ground split open with a sound like the world breaking. A crack appeared in the earth, glowing red from below. Heat blasted out of it, followed by the most horrific smell I'd ever encountered. Sulfur and rot and something worse. Then it emerged.

Across a distant desert, another beam awakened a colossal warrior buried beneath endless sand. In the heart of a forgotten volcano, molten lava erupted as a third general opened blazing crimson eyes. And beneath the endless ocean... Something ancient stirred. Four generals. Four kingdoms. One war. And somewhere in the darkness, James smiled. "The game has truly begun."

A man reaches out to grab my arm tightly and yanks the knife out of my hand and pulls me to his chest. "Such a shame, I would have really loved to get to know such a woman". Dumbstruck I am unable to speak. I hear my father from behind me clear his throat. "Calliope, meet Alexander Bathory. Head of the warlock council, son of the covenant leader Constantine Bathory.... and your betrothed".

I definitely couldn't portal back to our world yet, but I could now summon one of the demons if I needed to. I caught sight of Hunter leaving Tamner's hut, his expression dark enough that I didn't want to bother him as he walked out towards the edge of the village. Instead, I reached out along the family web of Talent in my mind, to see how far he was going, when something else caught my attention. I could feel Hunter. Tessa and Anissa were over by the warrior's fire, but there was a forth. Miles away, on the very edge of what I could currently sense. I stood, turning toward it. I didn't recognize the flare, but it was, undoubtedly, another Summoner.

Venya asked, her eyes narrowed in concentration from searching her memory, “I remember reading about summoners in our library.” “That is the gist of it yes,” Kiri replied. “Still sounds like necromancy,” Rex muttered, “Summoning defeated foes and such.” “Ah my dear, that is where we differ,” Kiri replied, nodding at Horken to begin dishing out boiled eggs, ham chunks and bread slices. “I do not raise the dead foe, I am able to summon that type of enemy, just one, and if killed or sent away, when I summon it again, their skin colour, gender and skill types will be different to the previous. They are also stuck at the skill level of that defeated foe as well, that’s why there aren’t many of ou

Cool shadow-cum flooded her, tingling and endless, pushing her into one final, shattering orgasm. They stayed like that for a long time, her collapsed on his chest as the shadows gently stroked her back, warming now. Nyx’s voice was quiet when he finally spoke. “Most summoners try to banish me after.” Elara traced a silver vein on his chest. “Most summoners are idiots.” She looked up at the still-open rift, pulsing softly in the corner of the room. “I’m not closing that tonight.” His arms were solid now, tightened around her. A slow, genuinely pleased smile curved his lips. “Good choice.”

The type of warrior summoned depends on the nature of the souls used and the user's skill. Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

I wanted to ask her about the Sacred Flame but now that Gabe was probably back in the house, I knew I couldn’t risk him overhearing anything. “Thanks Tia Mel. I’ll speak to you later?” “Yea. And stay in touch all right? I am so glad you’ve got that bangle on for your safety. I’m literally putting out fires and trying to track down these witches. Things aren’t safe here right now. I can rest easy knowing you’re safe and far away from all this shit. I think…” Tia Mel stopped short breathing deeply before whispering fearfully. “…I think they’re trying to summon Asmodeus, one of the princes of hell, again. And we might have another war on our hands soon. They keep talking about the dark queen ri

They called themselves The Veilshards. Not because they rejected the bloom but because they wanted to force it open. “It listens to memory?” one leader cried. “Then let it hear every wound we’ve ever borne. Let it scream from what it recalls!” They weren’t seekers. They were summoners. And already, they’d begun drafting chants drawn from the dreams of children, translated into bloomglyphs they barely understood. Some spirals burned black. Others bled. Back on the ridge, Jaryth joined Siran beneath the spirals.