Summit War One Piece Novels & Stories

She gave a hostile glare when Mort's gaze locked on her. Mort flashed his expensive smirk that Sumire gasped. She gave him a piercing look, lips squinted into a thin line. 'Oh, so you want a battle?' she scoffs in her mind. She was still annoyed when Mort ghosted her for so many days that she almost forgot his existence. "I gave you war." Sumire mouthed the last word once pointing to her neck and drew a horizontal line, indirectly warns him about not messing with her. 'Though I prefer the battle in bed with him, let's put aside the naughtiness first as I'm in the middle of winning the painting ...' she naughtily added and focused her gaze on the pedestal where the painting shines in her eyes

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.

As dawn broke, painting the sky with streaks of gold and pink, Anna and her friends trudged back to Reflection Academy, their minds heavy with the events of the night. The adrenaline was slowly wearing off, but the reality of what had just transpired was settling in. They had barely escaped the creature and its summoners, and even though they had won the battle, the war was far from over. “I still don’t get it,” Mia said as they walked through the academy gates, her voice tired but filled with disbelief. “Why would Obsidian Crescent summon that creature? What were they trying to do?”

Again. But this time? So was everyone else. Because whatever web I’d walked into…whatever pull the summit had awakened…this wasn’t just a game anymore. It was a war. And I was done hiding. ** I leaned back in my chair, but my body didn’t relax. I couldn’t. My fingers itched. My wolf was still pacing, ears pressed flat. She hated that someone had been that close…without scent, without sound, without being seen. I rewound the footage again.

Long tables were filled with an array of food, representing the abundance we shared as a community. The day of the summit arrived, and as guests began to arrive, I could feel the energy in the air shift. Warriors from different packs entered the palace, each one bringing their unique spirit and strength. I greeted each leader with respect, welcoming them to our home. Among the attendees were Alpha Markus, who had warned us about the Black Faes, and Alpha Lila from the Western pack, known for her fierce loyalty and strategic mind.

Serena’s POV The summit was supposed to be a step toward peace. A gathering of supernatural leaders meant to unite the werewolf packs and ensure no faction could be manipulated into war. Yet, even as I stood at the edge of the hall, my senses alert, I felt a pulse of unease. My rare werewolf instincts screamed that something was off, but I couldn’t pinpoint what. The elders were smiling, the diplomats nodding politely, and yet… I could feel the undercurrent of danger like a shadow curling around us all.

“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.”

"I am so proud of the strength and resilience you have shown throughout this journey." Alessia smiled, feeling reassured by his words. "Thank you, Adrian. Your unwavering support has given me the strength to face any challenge that comes our way." The summit commenced in a grand hall, with leaders and representatives from both packs present. Alpha Mikhail and Adrian stood at the forefront, ready to address their allies and discuss their battle strategies. Alessia stood beside Adrian, her hand intertwined with his, drawing strength from their connection.