Goblin Summoner Novels & Stories

The weather had been better, which always put me in a better mood, so perhaps my enthusiasm had translated into the spells as I chanted them. "Yes, she wants to come alive. Something has called to her. Something is pulling her from the abyss. Her spirit wants to return and reclaim her body." "Really?" I asked, my heart racing and warmth radiating throughout my body. "Yes, I recommend a double batch this month. You're getting close." "Yes, please, I'll do anything!" My eyes brimmed with tears. I almost never cried, but my emotions were now going into overdrive. My wolf wanted to come back. She wanted to return. This was actually happening!

"Your mastery over elemental magic and your unwavering loyalty make you an ideal candidate. Will you join this quest?" Felicity, standing tall and resolute, stepped forward. "I will, Supreme Sorcerer. I shall serve our coven with all my power." Constantine nodded, then turned her gaze to Freya, a witch known for her unparalleled knowledge of ancient spells. "Freya, your expertise in ancient magic is unmatched. Will you lend your talents to this mission?" Freya, her expression one of fierce determination, stepped forward to join Felicity. "I pledge my abilities to our cause, Supreme Sorcerer."

"Fools. You dare threaten me? I am Azanlin—the sun, the daylight, the fire beneath the earth. I am the Sorcerer King. Stand against me, and you’ll become ash." "You think words scare us?" one spat, stepping forward. "No," I said calmly. "But this will." With a swift flick of my staff, I summoned a freezing gust that howled like a banshee. Ice wrapped around the goblins, their shrieks cut short as their bodies froze mid-motion. I didn’t hesitate. My power surged and shattered them like glass. Their pieces scattered across the dark ground. Not a flicker of guilt touched me. That was their punishment—for underestimating me.

He looks amused but eventually, he smiled again. "You are eye-catching. But don't worry, I don't do hookups, If I like a girl, I'll be loyal asf" I smirk upon hearing his remarks "Don't play mind games on me, Mister! I'm way better than a player!" I said with a devilish smile. Men will always be men. They are all sweet talkers until they got what they want.

As soon as she stepped out, tears that she had been fighting very hard to contain began falling like raindrops. "Mago? What happened?" Emily asked as she approached her. Mago quickly wiped her face and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. Emily sighed and asked, "This is about Juniper, right? Now tell me, what did she do this time?" Mago's tears started falling again as she recounted everything that had happened. "You don't have to worry, just go about your work, and I will talk to her, okay?" Emily reassured her. "Please, Miss Emily, help bring back the old Miss Juniper. The new Miss Juniper is scary and too cold to work with," Mago pleaded before leaving.

"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"

he added, trying to encourage his brothers. Even so, as they approached, the three noticed a disturbing detail: under the hood, the man was smiling. A calm smile, like someone who already knew the outcome of that conversation. He extended his hand, slowly, as if offering a gift. "Is this what you want?" The brothers exchanged a quick glance. "You know?" Lior asked, suspicious, perceiving what was implied. "I know. How could I not know?" The man's voice was deep, almost velvety. "I am one of the Summoners."

Goosebumps cram my skin as I arrive in front of the said classroom. At this point, I'm about to turn to leave when strong hands grab mine. Where on earth did he come from? Kiwor. Abaddon’s right-hand man. Of course, he’s here! "Not so fast, pretty. Go on, he’s waiting," he motions, leaving me no choice. The creaking sound of the door makes me shiver in anxiety, scared of what awaits me inside. From the stories I've heard about this man to the things I’ve witnessed him do to me, I’m damn sure I’m walking straight into a casualty trap.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."