Dark Salamander Summoners War Novels & Stories

Starvos questioned and found Rose slowly flipping the pages of the book, stopping at a particular page. As he went closer to read, his eyes squinted to catch the scripture. Rose helped him by reading the passage, “The summoned creatures tend to attack the other creatures which is around them as per the summoner’s demand. The summoner summon the creatures by blood, thus they wouldn’t attack others that bore the same blood as the summoner.” “So it can be confirmed you are a sorcerer, judging by why those vampires didn’t attack you,” Starvos summed what they had found as she nodded in agreement.

"The Veil Walker doesn't consume life directly. It corrupts it. Turns victims into shadow thralls that serve the summoner indefinitely. Instead of mass death, you get an immortal army of corrupted wolves." "Also terrible. Keep looking." They continue research, each demon more horrifying than the last. The Blood Tither. The Endless Maw. The Screaming Dark. Ancient horrors that should stay forgotten, yet someone is actively trying to summon one. Marcus interrupts with a knock. "Alpha? The second candidate has arrived. Alpha Vincent of Bloodmoon." Hope groans. "Already? I thought he wasn't due until mid-morning." "It's eleven-thirty. You've been researching for three hours."

The altar of the desperate and the damned. The forest of Lunaris were also useful because it was connected to the infernal lock. The demon summoning required more power than I'd used in decades. I cut deep into my palm and let the blood flow freely onto the stones. The wound hissed and steamed where it touched the rock. "Lords of the Burning Deep," I called out in the old tongue. "Masters of Claw and Fang and Endless Hunger. I call on one. I offer you a bargain." The air around me grew thick and sulfurous. The temperature dropped until my breath misted in front of my face. Something vast and terrible was listening.

Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus. The seventh is considered the lowest rank of all, and it is called the Summoning Caste. These are the people who can summon any kind of animals, creatures, beasts, and other living things in the Olympus. Through the power vested in them, they can understand, talk to, and command them. Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them.

Then what's wrong with these Hellhounds? The Little Witch said, "For the demonic beasts summoned from another space, in addition to being sent back, there are two ways to get rid of the agreement with the summoner. The first way is to kill the summoned demonic beasts. The second is to kill the summoner. "Summoners aren't unrivaled. Sometimes, a summoner summoned demonic beasts from another space to this world. However, the summoner was killed by his enemy. Then these demonic beasts would naturally be unable to return and continue to multiply in this world. That's how the Hellhounds came to be."

asked Chaos, as everyone nodded and quickly began to put the materials inside the summoning artifact. Entire corpses of fire wyrms were put inside, alongside magic crystals and Chaos blood and even a few piles of his miasma… oh, and abyss also helped with her own miasma! "It is filled! This should be enough, my lord!" said Belphegor. [Enough Materials gathered, new Summon Functions unlocked] [Two types of summoning detected, please pick one] >[Single Summon: 5% chance for a Phantasmal-Rank Summon]

"I finally got my path, I decided for the golemancy branch, it's not as cool as being the heart of the abyss and whatnot, but yeah, this is nice too." "Ohhh, what did you choose?" "Spirit beast summoner. I can summon spiritual beasts to fight for me. But I need to get materials to make their cores, but that's something that money can resolve…" then, the dog started looking at him with a disdainful gaze. "Envy me, puny mortal." It was David's turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah, fuck you." "Likewise"

His name was rarely spoken aloud, for to do so was to invite death. I barely heard the words. My mind was elsewhere, back in the basement with the scroll, back with the runes that had melted away under the splash of water. I had drawn the symbols for summoning Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. He was the only one who could alter what was to come, who could change my fate and save me from the death that awaited me. But summoning a Fate was dangerous, and there was no guarantee that Ryuu would answer my call—or that he would help me if he did. The Fates were known to be capricious, their motives beyond human understanding. But I had no other choice.

Later, I vanished instantly before his eyes. Elowen raised the Soul-Guiding Lantern and walk toward Kael’s soul standing in the pool of blood, "Kael, follow me into the Underworld for reincarnation." Elowen lifted his finger lightly, surrounding Kael’s soul with a beam of ethereal glow. Kael seemed to want to say something, his soul trembling in silence, but no sound came out. Elowen turned and led the way, and Kael’s soul was forced to follow into the void.

“Yes. The boy Damien and I found—he wasn’t human. He was a shifter. Probably latent, but still one of us.” A hush fell over the table. Then, one of the elder councilmen—Ulric—spoke up, voice brittle with age. “You say these witches aren’t working alone. That something... darker is guiding them.” “They’re summoning something ancient,” Damien said, stepping forward. “We saw it rise. A creature formed from shadows and bone. It nearly killed us all.” Kendall leaned back in his chair, the firelight flickering across his face. “Then we prepare. Every allied pack needs to be alerted. Warriors trained. Families warned.”