Monster Of The Week The Summoned Novels & Stories

Within her, she believed that her mother only left because she was made to. Elise smirked and gazed at her daughter intensely before replying. "No one would dare to. No one," she assured her daughter. "You think so?" Samantha was beginning to sound worried. She feared that Benita had escaped and might return someday to cause some trouble. "Not at all. The spell was powerful, and only a little alpha wolf can undo it," she replied. Samantha taught about her mother’s response for a second. "And there is no little alpha wolf," she said.

"Because if it's just me you caught, then it's a waste. I can't extinguish those monsters; the bond already switched to her once I used her blood to summon those monsters and spread chaos." His head turned to the side, and he spat out blood as my boot landed on his jaw. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with fury when I heard what he said. So the attack on my manor and packhouse that night—the terror that haunted the innocent pups and omegas in Rivermoon Pack—was the work of one person? I reflected on the heaps of lifeless bodies we couldn't rescue and the wolves who had to endure the loss of their mates, pups, and guardians to these monsters.

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.

They have advanced through the century, which is pretty impressive, I can sense the aura. “Vampire? There are vampires in my pack?” Nyx gasps, trying to sit up. “Oh?” the guy smirks, stepping closer to the bed slowly. “I heard the Blood Moon had a new Alphaess. But I didn't think she would be this fresh! Evading this useless pack was worth it after all.” “Lorenzo, I can't transform right now, I'm so weak,” she grips my forearm, distressed. “What do we_”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

"It's here. Believe me. It's coming here." With a sense of suspicion, Sarah and Damon looked at each other. "Who's the destroyer?" In a mere whisper, Sonia spoke with a shaky voice. "It is a mysterious creature from the ancestral lore. Its primary food are werewolves. The witches and the people of the underworld has summoned it." Damon gnashed his teeth in rage. "First, we'd have to save her." Without hesitation, Sarah nodded as she helped take her over to the Crimson Eye pack headquarters.

I fired back. "Okay, I understand!" Sturbridge paused and the pounding on the door became more severe. "The spirits of dizziness. You are the goddess's daughter, you can summon any of the spirits." "How do I summon them?" I asked eagerly. "Just repeat this loudly. Hayjozzy, the spirit of dizziness, I summon you and your subjects to attack my enemies!" he relayed while I kept watching his mouth. "I summon you, Hayjozzy and your subjects, attack my enemies!" I called out loudly but nothing happened.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

“Something is coming. Bigger than the rogues. Bigger than Alistair. And we’re at the center of it.” Suddenly, the wind shifted. From the shadows, a long, mournful howl echoed through the trees. Callum’s eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t one of ours.” “No,” Victor said, stepping forward. “That was a summon.” Lily’s stomach dropped. “Summon for what?” Victor turned slowly, his face pale. “For war.”