Sun Summoner Novels & Stories

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.

"Stop!" Tomorrow is the day that Luna will be offered to the Moon Goddess, Mayari. Her ancestors came from a long line of servers for the temple of the Goddess, and seventeen years ago, Luna was born on the day of the Lunar Eclipse. For them, it means Luna is the fateful one, the one to save the world by meeting the son of the Sun. Which, by the way, they have no idea who.

The ground beneath our feet seemed to tremble faintly. A powerful aura suddenly exploded from his body. The warriors immediately stiffened. Even Marcus’s confident expression cracked slightly. “…that decision no longer belongs to your pack.” Marcus stared at him. “What are you talking about?” For a brief moment, the stranger said nothing. Then he slowly lifted his head. The moonlight illuminated his silver hair and glowing golden eyes. When he spoke again, his voice carried a terrifying authority. “I am Sunny, ruler of the northern territories.” The forest fell completely silent.

“Mr. Sunner, Jackson Lombre, here at your command!” “Mr. Sunner, Johnson Jenn, here at your service.” “Mr. Sunner, Jake Gyland, is here.” Other than the affiliates, the dignitaries who wished to curry favor with Sunny came as soon as they picked up the news. “Great.” Sunny stood on the balcony and looked down at the mini army he had gathered. His eyes flashed coldly and a vicious grin appeared on his face. “I, Sunny Sunner, thank all of you for being here. When the time is up, destroy the Crestfalls and capture Andrius Moonshade!”

Nio stood still, waiting for the attack, when several goblin archers on the barricades shouted: "Sunbringer, that's the Sunbringer." The shout spread among the crowd and while some called him by his new nickname, others shouted: "King slayer!" The shamans at the barricades hesitated. That hesitation gave Shieena just enough time to yell: “I am bringing home your brothers and sisters, all of them former prisoners from Canestor. I bring with me the Sunbringer, killer of the dwarf king. You will not use force against us. If you do, he will destroy you with his terrible black magic. He will rain terror and death upon you!”

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

Then he seems to fall back into himself, eyebrows furrowing. "I hate knowing I could hurt someone. I know I could.” A solemn air falls upon the room. A Summoner's power isn't created to physically attack someone, but mentally intimidate. A Summoner appears commonly as you are, or sometimes your mother, or a friend. Anyone to catch you off guard, to stun you long enough for them to make their attack. I've never had an experience with one, but I'm already traumatised by the idea of them. I feel slightly more comforted at Marek's abstinence.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

Solas stood amidst the burning wreckage, the Tear of the Sun pulsing in his hand like a dying heart. The sheer intensity of the light began to melt the stones beneath his feet, turning the ruins into a lake of liquid gold. "I am the Sun!" Solas screamed, his voice a distorted, metallic screech. "And you... you are nothing but a stain on my world!" He leveled the crystal at me, and a beam of pure, white-hot divinity erupted. It was enough to vaporize a city.