Mythical Beast Summoner Novels & Stories

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

Avril Arke’s whole body was definitely aching. “Anaztasia and I never knew that the Death Summoners are more powerful than we thought.” He then holds his chest as the elemental werewolf Vesta continues to heal his deep wounds. “Death Summoners?” Avril then candidly looked at Rozelyn’s emerald eyes before replying, “Death Summoners are the spawns of the vicious entity that only goes by the name of the Blood Mistress. We never knew her real name. We even doubt that the Blood Mistress is only one person, to be honest.”

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Along with this trait, the Arcane Summoner has the traits and . : This trait allows the bearer to create a new creature to act as their summoned beast by sacrificing ten beast medallions. The resulting creature will start from level 1 but will possess the ability to grow, an ability not shared with other summoner types. The result of the creation depends on the creatures sacrificed but two staple routes have been provided to the bearer; ten similar base medallions and ten different base medallions.

Elroy felt his neck, bothered by Lukas words. "Rank three are called summoners, they are selfish people as I put it, who offer their blood as sacrifice to the spirits of ancient sorceresses or forces of untold realms, in exchange for dark magic, thinking power is everything.” “Don’t let them scare you though, they are not as tough as forces or ancient spirits,” Mira guaranteed. “That's not even reassuring,” Elroy spoke worriedly. "They are even in the rank three realm." “Rank two demons are called Behamolts, they come as children at first then transform into a mighty beast, body of a bull standing on two legs, head of a ram, teeth of a wolf and claws of a bear.”

She looks like a princess waiting for her true love's kiss. "Hey! Stop daydreaming water waiver!" The woman in ash chiton exclaims, and that is when I just realize that she's fighting with innumerable Cetus by the shore. In every Cetus that attacks her, a magic circle would appear behind her foe and a ghoul will materialize. "Hey! Those are ghouls!" I shouted back at her, and this time, she looks pissed. "I know because I'm the one who summons them! Do you mind using your element?" She said while endlessly summoning underworld creatures. Goodness!

Feel my wrath you human scum Paimon is vexed by Elijah’s antics and immediately sets off to punishing him, putting his palm down he summons a hellish beast with three heads and nine tails, it looked like a dog but much more ferocious and deadly with black fur and red irises the beast towered over Elijah at a whooping ten meters, it’s roar sent massive shock waves from where they stood to the church, disrupting the battle taking place in front of the church building PAIMON : Hell summons : Cerberus… Now I’ll show you the real power of an archdemon ELIJAH : This is gonna end badly if we keep on fighting here, I need to take this fight elsewhere now ( muttering to himself) PAIMON : Come at me b

He jerked off his body and almost fell off from his horse, roaming eyes around him. 'Who said that?' he thought. The Commander of his army, Panther, was fighting close to him, growls of bloodlust for the enemies coming from his mouth. His red eyes were enough to scare someone normal, his roars were more violent, the swinging of his sword was proving that he was a living monster in the mankind. "It is me," the voice whispered again. Moriah sighed with frustration, though the voice seemed familiar as if he heard that mysterious voice before. "I am the Lord of Life."

“Young Mistress.” I looked at both my tamed beasts, but noticed the voice in my head wasn't coming from them. I softly inquired who it was; the voice calmly explained; it was none other than the Mystical Beast of Illusions, whom I'll henceforth name MBI for short. MBI slowly explained to me: “You're in an illusionary world. It's hard to tell if this world once existed, but one thing's for sure... that crimson-eyed tiger was a mystical beast. While inside your arerat symbol, I came to understand that you're gifted with the ability of absorbing mystical beasts.

Before they are able to speak,the mysterious man speak out"I know the reason for being here , you want my help in the battle that can cause the destruction of your kingdom" "How did you know our reason for being in this forest? Are you the beast we are looking for?" The warlords asked fearfully since their weapons had no effect on him. "I am going to answer one question," he asked . "Yes, I am the beast ",he said raising his fingers as they elongated into long sharp claws,the warlords and the knights gasped and retreated in fear. "Please we need your help and assistance to win this war"all the warlords and the knights pleaded.