Sun Summoner Novels & Stories

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

It was humming as if waiting for me to claim it. Lucan reached into the bag again and pulled out a sphere of molten gold light. “And this,” he said, “is a Sunball. It holds the essence of the sun itself. It can only be used once, but it’s powerful enough to erase even an Apex Lord in a heartbeat.” The soft yellow glow reflected in his dark eyes, fierce and terrible. He shook his head as he turned toward me. “You don’t need it now.” But before he could put it away, I snatched it from his hand. “I’ll take it.”

Then she pulled a small gold-etched box from her sleeve. “Take this.” Alessia opened it. Inside was a thin, crescent-shaped amulet carved from pure Solaris lumigold. The center held a sharp crystal of white luminous essence. “It’s a Solaris Seal,” Ariadne explained. “Use it only in dire need. It will summon me instantly.” Alessia studied it. “Summoning a ruling monarch is risky.” “Good,” Ariadne said. “It means you won’t do it lightly.”

Following Vice City Lord Jameson's question, a system prompt immediately opened up before Mistaken Fox. [System Message: You have obtained the quest from Vice City Lord Anthony Jameson] Quest: Rank: A+ Level: 20+ Details: Vice City Lord Jameson has noticed your talent in the art of the . He has an acquaintance on the Demon Continent capable of giving you guidance in this field. Head out to the Demon Continent and track down this reclusive summoner and hand her Vice City Lord Jameson's letter.

“No, there’s no need. I already have my donation for this month.” “What?” Nya asked, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes shifted again from the dragon lord to her friend, who looked concerned at her confusion, and then back again. “What do you mean?” “I mean… I’ve accepted a donation from the kingdoms, one I will keep and train to be part of my forces until I have retrieved the Heart of Magic.” “Who are you talking about?” Alarm burned through Nya’s bloodstream as she finally began to realize the reason for his intense look. “I’m the only one you brought back.”

"Amelia, Alpha of the Moonfire Pack, and Leo, Alpha of the Sunstrike Pack, join hands and embrace the harmony between your packs." Amelia's heart soared with hope. Leo, her ally and friend, stepped forward, his eyes blazing with determination. Hand in hand, they stood before the Spirit, their connection radiating with the warmth of sunlight and the tranquility of the moon's gentle glow. Ancient magic washed over them, intertwining their essences and merging their powers. The air crackled with energy as the celestial light of the moon and the fiery energy of the sun blended, creating a dazzling display of harmonious power.

Towering even in human scale—easily eight feet, broad as an ox. Forge hammer staff gripped in one massive hand, head glowing white-hot. Armor of living flame shifting across his skin like liquid metal. Eyes like active volcanoes—swirling lava orange, cracks of brighter fire. Seras’s godfather. The kami of forge and flame. **Kōjin (voice booming like erupting magma, shaking the air):** “Little sunrise. Your call burns bright. I felt the defilement from across realms. I come.” He looks down at the nest—eyes narrowing, flames licking higher along his arms, heat warping the air around him.

I inquired holding back the details of that very place being the place I was reborn. “Everything about the Bluemoon Pack is different which makes it confusing to our enemies and spies. The Lumar is like a stream enclosed in a cave and is also habitat to two spiritual fishes. But these aren't any kind of normal species, there are sacred fishes put in there by the moon goddess, male and female. They represent the Pack's blessing and because of them we get to harvest bountiful farm produce twice every year which is not the same with other Packs because they only get to harvest once every year.

He howls angrily, as his speed, anger and fire burn wildly in his eyes until his eyes are tiny vertical slits burning like fire in his head. "For Paula!" He barks, literally flying in the air, killing over three hundred warriors in less than 25 minutes. His power gives strength to the other weakened warriors of Scarlett's pack, because they all pick up pace, screaming in repetition of Atlas's words. "For Kenji!" They chant along, and an epiphany seems to take place, as the remaining roughly eighty warriors along with Atlas on Scarlett's side, slay over a thousand warriors on Storm pack's side, until their captain orders that they retreat. And even then, they are chased down and killed by Atl

“You’ll get used to it.” “I already am,” I admitted, and that was the truth. Crimson Snow Pack was nothing like Ironcrest. It wasn’t as structured, and not as disciplined. The warriors trained, yes but without the same precision I had grown up seeing. The packhouse wasn’t as grand, the people not as guarded. Everything felt… freer. And for a while, I convinced myself that was enough. Damon stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against mine before he intertwined our fingers.