Dark Salamander Summoners War の小説・ストーリー

TO CONQUER. I..WILL SHOW..YOU POWER.. And with that being said suddenly our shadow merged and from the shadow a dragon engulfed in dark flame. Just like the one I imagined but more creepier and way more awesome. The crowd was speechless. Lord Drago: A summoner!? To think that his unique ability is summoning. What a twist this is. Haha..he just keeps going, doesn't he?

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

asked Vardala. "Because there are secrets of the summoners hidden here," Adrian replied. “What kind of secrets?” The summoners present were utterly perplexed. "Haven't you ever noticed that the conflict between summoners and dragons is a little strange?" Adrian asked in return. The summoners appeared completely befuddled. "Did you never consider that there might be something odd about the enmity between the summoners and the dragons?" Adrian continued questioning. They were still utterly lost, not understanding the implications of his words.

With all hope seemed lost, the heroes of Ren'veil led by Rio swordtaker found hope in the most unlikely place. They found one of the lost tomes of the Wolf father within the ruins of Galathron it held the rights of summoning. With this tome, they could summon only one hero to Ren'veil though the price to pay for the summoning required a mage and a priestess to enact the summoning rights and bound their Spiritual Energy and their Etherial energy to the summoned hero.

Before they could react— A deafening, earth-shaking roar tore through the valley. The ground cracked and fissured. Purple flames spiraled upward. A creature climbed out of the smoke—twisted, massive, with horns made of bone and eyes that burned like dying suns. Aiden’s fur stood on end. "What… in the moon goddess’s name… is that?" Delilah whispered, "A Lycan-Born. A hybrid summoned through forbidden magic." Caleb’s wolf whimpered softly. Aiden snapped at him. "Don’t back down. We fight."

“A war you can’t win? A pack splintered by doubt? A kingdom without a crown?” Cradle’s eyes burned. “Maybe. But it earned me you. And I’m not letting you go.” With one motion, she drew her blade and slashed her palm open. The blood hit the ground and hissed. Ancient rites demanded blood to summon truth. “Cradle, daughter of Ashmoor, firstborn of the Red Moon line,” she called out to the wind, her voice shaking but strong. “By fire and bond, I summon the oath that binds his soul to mine.”

Both waiting in anticipation to summoned by Lucifer. The Summoning came after lunch in the form of a small boy. He appeared before Lucas, his head bowed low and a parchment scroll held out to him. Lucas took the roll of paper and the little boy disappeared as quickly and quietly as he came. I look at Lucas expectantly. “Lucifer uses the children of his low ranking demons as messenger boys.” He said by way of an explanation. We both looked down to the scroll in his hand, a black seal smeared onto the paper. Lucas broke the seal with a loud pop and unrolled it.

King Cameron nods seriously, bringing the demon heir to the table where the woman lifts the knife into her hands. “Do you Crown Prince Cian Abysal swear on your blood, your soul, your honor and that of your sister Princess Alora Abysal to abide the call of war from an ally? Do you promise to fight alongside faes, dragons, wolves, vampires, as if they were your own brothers and sisters, protecting them and aiding them to the day where your own life might forfeit in such a battle?” “I promise on my behalf, the behalf of my sister and the future behalf of the people of Amar and beyond in the Underworld. We will abide by the call, come to aid and fight alongside our allies.”

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

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