Mythical Beast Summoner Novels & Stories

His blood red eyes watched the moon as the priestess went around the circle, sprinkling something and chanting incantations. "Are you ready, alpha?" Zane nodded, then moved his eyes away from the moon. The priestess nodded, then pushed her staff into the ground, so it stood firm. She then brought a knife, then extended her hand to Zane, while she stood outside the ring of fire. He gave her his palm, and she quickly slit it open, just as the moon popped behind the cloud, as if to bless the occasion. The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

He was banished from his father’s land and left to roam the streets. Five years later, Alpha Archer is called the devil alpha, with a wickedly strong pack to show for it. When Lila comes into his life, Archer feels things he never thought possible. Bought at an auction and intended to be a mere slave, she soon becomes the one thing he never thought he could have: love.

Venya asked, her eyes narrowed in concentration from searching her memory, “I remember reading about summoners in our library.” “That is the gist of it yes,” Kiri replied. “Still sounds like necromancy,” Rex muttered, “Summoning defeated foes and such.” “Ah my dear, that is where we differ,” Kiri replied, nodding at Horken to begin dishing out boiled eggs, ham chunks and bread slices. “I do not raise the dead foe, I am able to summon that type of enemy, just one, and if killed or sent away, when I summon it again, their skin colour, gender and skill types will be different to the previous. They are also stuck at the skill level of that defeated foe as well, that’s why there aren’t many of ou

One more reliable than Jasmine, more trustworthy. Although it was unthinkable to have a witch on your side, considering they were creatures of wicked and deceitful nature. They were tricky and deceptive unless you had something of their interest. And he knew for a fact that Jules here was quite fond of Magma stone. The one that held the fire and intensity of a damn volcano. A gem she would do any spell for. But before handing over that to her, he needed all the answers. Something they had already agreed upon before he showed up at her tavern with Dhara by his side.

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.

“Tonight, it will remember yours.” I swallowed. “What do I have to do?” She extended her hand, and a silver flame lit in her palm. “You must claim another in name. You must say the words aloud, bind your aura, and offer a piece of your spirit. It will not be a full mating—but it will be enough to deceive the old powers watching her.” “And the woman?” I asked. “Who is she?” Saria turned toward the trees. And from the shadows, someone stepped into the circle.

"Her aunt sealed her memory against the orders she was given. I think Zora has unfinished business with her, which we don't know yet. She's a witch." "About the attack, and the prisoners who died in our custody—Timika said they were killed with black magic. Could it be her doing too?" Brandon asked. Alpha Trent and Luna Zora exchanged glances. They had never thought the attack came from Lydia, but hearing Brandon mention the attack gave them clues. "Those weak alphas at the summit could never have access to those kinds of people. They aren't werewolves or rogues—their species is uncommon," Alpha Trent said.

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

The beast comes out with a growl that sends the birds into flight overhead. All kinds of feelings attack my senses at the same time. My dīčk ache with a painful need to be joined with another. Any female will do. My body is out of my control, but my mind knows only one person who can revive Ares. I let go completely, allowing the beast race towards Meadows to the place where the Butterfly lives. After what seem like hours, I find myself near the mountains. Warriors are all around, watching over my mate. How do I get past them? Would Mister Beast let me take on my human form?