Novel & Cerita I Got Caught Up In A Hero Summons

[Enough Materials gathered, new Summon Functions unlocked] [Two types of summoning detected, please pick one] >[Single Summon: 5% chance for a Phantasmal-Rank Summon] >[x10 Summon: 0.1% chance for a Phantasmal-Rank Summon] In front of Chaos, there seemed that there were two options! Was this a gacha or something?! The good thing was that Chaos had never played such games, so he never suffered what was actually the horror of playing a gacha, phew!

He tried to call her phone but it's off already. Meanwhile, Nathaniel can't call her also as Kristina's phone was already off. "My God, what have I done? "This bitch is really a pain in his ass. He wanted to throw Sandara on the shore and let her be eaten by the sharks. He thought so. He gritted his teeth while calling the security.

Adrien's focus remained unwavering, his mind honed on reaching Hera and Lisa, determined to bring them back to safety. As he reached the entrance, he steeled himself for what lay beyond, the sounds of struggle fading into a distant echo. Gripping the handle with determination, he pushed open the door and stepped into the heart of the enemy's domain, where destiny awaited its final reckoning. Adrien found himself in an unexpected twist of fate as he unwittingly stumbled into the grandiose throne hall. His heart raced in his chest, the realization of his proximity to the alpha sending a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He stood there, frozen for a moment, as the alpha's voice ec

--- The Summoning The night before they were supposed to return to school, each of them received an identical message—not through a letter, or a mirror, but in their dreams. A voice echoed in their minds: "Return to the school. The game has chosen its next player." They all woke up in a cold sweat, realizing the same thing— The Reflection Game wasn’t over. And someone else was about to be dragged into it. Who? And more importantly… Would they be able to save them before it was too late? --- The Game Resumes

There’s a truth I’ve buried deep within me, a dark secret that claws at my insides, screaming to be set free. But courage has never been my strong suit—especially when it comes to Maya. The weight of what I should reveal crushes me, yet I know I’ll never find the strength to share it. The summons from the elders isn’t just an ordinary call; it’s a summons steeped in dread. When the elders reach out, everything else falls away—you drop everything and go, no questions asked, no rescheduling. I know exactly why they’ve summoned me: Armando.

She steeled herself for the fight, ready to uncover the truth and reclaim her identity, one way or another. As the storm outside intensified, Aqua felt a new determination swell within her. She couldn’t allow her parents’ sacrifice to be in vain. Their legacy, their love, and their fight against the coven ignited a fire within her. She knew she had to embrace her powers, to discover what she was capable of and find a way to confront the threats that loomed in her future.

One coiled around her ankle—cold, sentient, wrong. She reached instinctively into her blazer. The charm necklace—the one Karl Bloodwood had given her weeks ago—glowed hot against her skin. She yanked it free and slammed it against the shadow binding her. A blast of moonlight erupted, sending the thing shrieking back into the ether. Maxim tore through the sigils, his Alpha power roaring like a furnace. With a final growl, he slashed through the summoner’s chest. The mask cracked, then shattered. But there was no face beneath it. Just smoke. Just curse.

“You are… the Chosen Hero?” Victor looked around, fully naked in a glowing summoning circle. He sighed. “Apparently.”

"I'm sorry, Caspian." I was about to drive the stake straight into my chest when a voice tore through the haze—"Versa!" It jolted me, and then Aurora came into view, her face pale but determined. She rushed forward, yanking the weapon from my heart before it could pierce deep. A warm gush of blood spilled from my mouth, the metallic taste coating my tongue. She didn't even look at me as she spun around, her voice sharp. " The person who summoned me is here."

Still scarred. Still unpredictable. But no longer fragile. Defiant things rarely are. A pulse of power ripples through the sanctuary walls. Silver symbols ignite across the wood. Not protective. Sealing. My breath catches. “They’re locking the sanctuary,” I whisper. Kael’s eyes narrow. “No.” Realization dawns. “This isn’t an attack.” The symbols twist. Reforming into something older than law. Older than kings. “It’s a summons,” I breathe. The Moon is no longer waiting for us to come willingly.