Summoning Star Novels & Stories

The bells of the Cathedral of Santa Rosalie tolled 12 times. The great piazza was a sea of black. Thousands of Made Men and underworld representatives from across the globe had gathered. Today marked the inauguration of the new Don of the Corleone famiglia. I was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. On my lapel was pinned a blood-red rose, the emblem of supreme authority. Papa stood behind me and personally slipped the signet ring symbolizing the absolute authority of the Don onto my finger. "From this moment on, the underworld is yours to command. But to me, you will always be my greatest treasure," Papa declared, his aged voice brimming with quiet pride.

"I know everything about you, Luna Eclipse. I know your power. Your pain. Your potential. I know you're stronger than any Eclipse before you. And I know that when the time comes, you'll choose me." "Never." Dark laughter echoes through the connection. "We'll see. Enjoy your trial, little Eclipse. And remember, when you fail, I'll be waiting to catch you." The connection severs. The sigils pulse one final time. And in the center of the clearing, a new symbol appears. Glowing. Pulsing. Calling directly to my mark. A summoning circle. For me. And I realize with terrifying certainty that whoever is calling me isn't giving up.

"I can de-summon you, right? What if I just want Tony?" "Who's Tony?" He asked. Wordlessly, I pointed to the vibrator on the floor. Orion looked like he was holding in a smile. "You can't do that." "I'm sorry, what?" I must have heard wrong. "You can't "de-summon" me," he repeated. I froze. "What do you mean by that? I'm stuck with you till I die?" He actually rolled his eyes. "No, silly. I can only leave after I've fulfilled the purpose of my summoning."

"Cheerful. What else?" "Banishment requires the blood of the summoner, a silver blade blessed by moonlight, and the complete reversal of the summoning ritual." Connor looks up. "We'd need to identify who's orchestrating this, capture them alive, and perform a counter-ritual at the exact moment of summoning. Timing would be critical—minutes too early or too late, and it fails." "So we need perfect information, perfect timing, and perfect execution. No pressure." "There's more. The Devourer grants temporary power to its summoner during the ritual. Enhanced strength, magical abilities, near-invulnerability. Fighting them will be nearly impossible."

Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus. The seventh is considered the lowest rank of all, and it is called the Summoning Caste. These are the people who can summon any kind of animals, creatures, beasts, and other living things in the Olympus. Through the power vested in them, they can understand, talk to, and command them. Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them.

[Enough Materials gathered, new Summon Functions unlocked] [Two types of summoning detected, please pick one] >[Single Summon: 5% chance for a Phantasmal-Rank Summon] >[x10 Summon: 0.1% chance for a Phantasmal-Rank Summon] In front of Chaos, there seemed that there were two options! Was this a gacha or something?! The good thing was that Chaos had never played such games, so he never suffered what was actually the horror of playing a gacha, phew!

Damien replies flatly, his expression unreadable. My stomach drops, dread coiling in my chest. “What?” I whisper, my gaze darting to each person in the room. How could they not be panicking? “Annalise called the star to her,” the Moon Goddess says, her calm tone doing little to soothe me. As if sensing my confusion, she turns her eyes to me and my mates, her voice softening. “It seems Annalise has released her full power and summoned the star to her.”

"That’s not ours." I followed them outside. The horizon burned faintly gold with the first light of dawn—but above it, clouds were forming, swirling unnaturally, pulling toward a single point in the distance. The air vibrated, low and rhythmic, like the earth itself was chanting. "The Summoning," Julian whispered. "What?" He turned to me, his expression grim. "Old stories. Before the first packs, before the Moon’s Blessing. When an Alpha carried too much power, the world itself called it back through a ritual—the Summoning. It was meant to restore balance."

As soon as the scene quietens down again, I return my gaze to the Star-Spirit and utter, “to summon me, then to attempt to keep me from returning. Is this the way mortals treat their Gods now?” The Star-Spirit tried to make some half-baked excuse for the reason behind his actions, but it didn’t matter to me. I already knew the reason for my summoning, and that war was behind it all. There was always war on this pitiful excuse of a planet, but that was why I was here. I looked after Annwn, the Underworld and caretaker of the dead souls.

If they are fantasy creatures, why do they exist! It was then that another man neatly dressed in a white shirt behind him came forward. “Congratulations Alpha Ken, the summoning was successful. You have shown again how much of a boon you are to the werewolf race.” “Indeed it was,” Though he did reply to the man, he was disrespectful in a way. As he was by no means moving his gaze away from Evelyn. It was as if it was stuck on her wanting to suck her in. The other man frowned only for it to disappear at the next moment as he shrugged.