Long Live Summons 41 Novels & Stories

“He’s dragging me into court. He’s going to ruin me publicly.” Livia stared at the summons, her pulse steadying even as dread coiled inside her. “Then we don’t play defence. We walk into that court and put him on trial instead.” Clara laughed bitterly, half-sob. “You make it sound easy.” “It isn’t,” Livia said, her voice soft but certain. “But it’s the only way.” Russo leaned back in his leather chair as Enzo entered, delivering the news. “The summons has been sent. The trap is set.”

Every word had scraped my throat raw. But the phone call? That was something else entirely. I reached across the nightstand with a clumsy hand, the phone vibrating angrily against the wood. For a moment I considered letting it ring out, burying myself back under the sheets, but instinct made me answer. “Stella Harrington?” The voice was crisp, official. No warmth. No hesitation. “Yes.” “You’ve been summoned to a hearing regarding unresolved inheritance claims. Courthouse, downtown. Noon.” No explanation. No names. Just a summons, dropped like a stone into my morning.

“Those poker games with the other minority owners paid off. You bet your shares against theirs during the lockout, remember? You won. Big time. You’re looking at over a billion after taxes. The money hits in a few weeks. What do you want to do?” Jeremy’s mind raced. A billion dollars. Enough to save the Cannibals. Enough to disappear. Enough to change everything. “I… I need to think.” “Sure,” Carl said. “But Jeremy? This changes things. A lot.” The Summons As Jeremy left the stadium, Alexandra by his side, a league official in a crisp suit approached. “Mr. Davis. The owners have scheduled a hearing next week to review the Cannibals’ eligibility. Your presence is required.” He handed Jeremy a

Alpha Ken, the masked man who was probably also a werewolf, was the only summoner. Ken turned around. There was an air of serious around him as if to show that he meant no jokes.

Petra was in the corridor with her phone in her hand and her face carrying the specific look of a young wolf delivering news she wishes she did not have. "Summit notification just came through. Victor Hale has formally invoked the White Wolf provision." She held out her phone. I looked at the screen. Underneath the legal language, underneath the Summit letterhead and the formal wording, one sentence stood out from the rest with the clarity of something that has been twenty years in the making and has finally arrived: *The unregistered wolf currently residing in Black Ridge territory is hereby subjected to Summit jurisdiction pending formal identification and placement review. I looked up. Ma

them from the timeline. "The Nursery," Silas whispered, his obsidian hand reaching out to touch the translucent mailbox of a house labeled *The Miller Residence*. As his fingers made contact, a digital readout flickered across the mailbox: **[SUBJECT 4,992,101 - STATUS: DORMANT - LICENSE: ORIGINAL]**. "They're all here," Sarah's voice echoed through the air—not as a sound, but as a broadcast. "Every single person who ever lived on the real Earth. They're waiting for the 'Format' command, Elara."

But it seemed that he was going to have to do it the hard way. “I guess were going to have to do things differently,” he said. Ares grinned widely. “A summons?” He nodded. The other werewolf rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. “Oh, this should be fun.” A summons was an enchantment that tethered a mate to the other. One that made a tattoo appear on their skin, alerting them of the mating bond. It burned until the mate came to find theirs. And if Nora was going to run from him, and lie to him, he’d just make it so that she had to come find him instead.

Cassiel’s eyes darkened, but his expression was as neutral as ever. “I’ve tried everything, but he won’t do it. There must be a way for the council to speed up the summons.” He hummed, gulping his mocktail. “There is... but it isn’t safe. Divorces are tough enough, but for a luna to be the one filing for a summons, if she isn’t in danger of being harmed by the alpha, the council will shove your file back. You need a really good reason to file for a summons, or in most cases, it’s dismissed. And lying about it won’t win you any favors.”

Elroy called out, his voice rough with sleep. “Beta Oliver Attol, Alpha.” "What's this about?" Elroy demanded, his Alpha authority ringing in every syllable. "I'm afraid I don't have that information, Alpha. I was only instructed to deliver the summons." A chill ran down my spine. This felt ominous, like the calm before a storm. A summons? "Luna Olivia Alleghany has been formally summoned to appear before the High Council of Eclipse," the servant said, unaware of my mounting horror. "Immediately."

Before Vane could reach me, I took a calm step forward, my voice cutting through the freezing air like a honed blade. "I deny the lawful validity of the summons under Section Four, Clause Eight of the Northern Customary Code," I stated clearly. Herald Vane froze, his hand stopping mid-air. "What?"