Novel & Cerita Summoner Monster

"Your mastery over elemental magic and your unwavering loyalty make you an ideal candidate. Will you join this quest?" Felicity, standing tall and resolute, stepped forward. "I will, Supreme Sorcerer. I shall serve our coven with all my power." Constantine nodded, then turned her gaze to Freya, a witch known for her unparalleled knowledge of ancient spells. "Freya, your expertise in ancient magic is unmatched. Will you lend your talents to this mission?" Freya, her expression one of fierce determination, stepped forward to join Felicity. "I pledge my abilities to our cause, Supreme Sorcerer."

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.”

Dominic caught the scent of my sudden fear instantly, a dark, mocking smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re scared of me,” he murmured, his voice a dangerously quiet, gravelly purr that vibrated across the dead space between us. He leaned forward slightly over the body, bringing his sharp, chiseled features into my field of vision. “Good. If last night wasn’t clear enough for you in my chambers… now you know why they call me the Monster Alpha King. Now you know exactly what happens when someone betrays me or alters my protocols.”

The chanting, the exaggerated theatrics—watching them felt like something straight out of a cheesy wizard tale. She opened her eyes wide, her face emotionless, and flung the limb into the air. A glowing magical circle burst into existence overhead, devouring the limb. Another circle appeared at the ground where, in a flash of orange energy, teacher Blanch reappeared—whole and intact. Only now, a strange mark marred her skin. It was a single eye, etched into her left arm, resembling an Illuminati symbol but slightly altered. It signified true flesh—the part used to summon her. Summoners could only summon living beings by using a piece of their body, provided it wasn’t hair or bodily fluids. T

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

He glanced at me before replying. “Madeline, what I’m about to say might hurt you, but I don’t think the monster comes out on its own. I think it’s summoned. How or by what means, we have no idea. And as for fighting it, we first need to learn how. I had warriors on the mountain top the other day, and they were terrified. They said the monster gives off such a strong aura that they couldn’t fight unless they had a reason strong enough.” None of it made sense to me. His warriors had said this before, that their motives were not enough, that something held them back.

The monster's real abilities numbered exactly three. And so did its death conditions: Anyone who learns all three of the monster's abilities will die. Anyone who agrees to or refuses the monster's requests three times in a row will die. Anyone who remains in the loop for three full hours will die. From the moment I opened my eyes and saw those three lines, I had already stepped into a dead end. And yet… a smile curved my lips. Because the loop's limit wasn't three cycles. It was five. And right now, I was only on the fourth.

I stared at it, my lips set in a thin line. He was none other than Jonathan. Owner of a major game production company in City M. And I'd just saved his son!

“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”