Sun Summoner Romane & Geschichten

If that kind of power was used against the people, who’s going to stop it? Sierra always knew that Xion was very clever, probably more than normal persons, and also a little paranoid, so she smacked her lips impatiently. “Geez, you just can’t trust people without questioning them, huh?” Xion smirked a little, making his face looked cocky, but also charming, “Yeah, it’s what makes me stay alive this long.” “Fine,” Sierra sighed, “I’m the bearer of True Blessing of the Sun. Happy?” She snarled the last word impatiently, as if she already forgotten that secret, but now she was reminded again.

"The most terrifying weapon Lambang Merah possesses is an exploding corpse. They kill their victims using a specialized poison. After a certain amount of time—roughly the time it takes to cook rice—the poison destabilizes inside the body." His gaze swept across the room. "Then the corpse explodes." Nobody even breathed. "The poison disperses through the air afterward. A single body can kill everyone in an entire district." Senopati Bantala stared. Ki Soma slowly lowered his teacup. "A corpse killed that way must be burned before detonation occurs," Wisnumurti continued. "Lambang Merah has used the technique repeatedly in remote villages around Corpse Forest. Wiping out an entire village is c

I stepped closer, my vision narrowed on her trying to catch her face fully. Before I could place it, the music lowered abruptly and a booming voice echoed across the grounds. “Ladies and gentlemen, riders and rebels, welcome to the Rally!” Cheers exploded around me, almost deafening. I didn’t usually attend these. I never had their kind of energy. Damien didn't mind being the face of the company while I did the background work. We were a match made in heaven. As the event began, I saw him step away from the woman and joined the other nominees near the stage. Everyone sat down, and I did too, settling into a dining chair beside a man I recognized. Lawrence Fondel.

Smoke rose from the chimney, curling into the sky like a serpent. “Stop, my daughter,” a voice called out suddenly. We froze. A figure emerged slowly from the hut, leaning on a gnarled staff carved with ancient runes. Her hair was silver and wild, her eyes clouded white—unseeing, but somehow more knowing than sight could allow. “Greetings, Your All-Knowing One,” Mom said respectfully, bowing low. “I am Serene, Luna of the Bloodstone Pack. These are my children.” The Oracle gave a single nod. “I know who you are. The wind whispered of your coming, and the trees repeated your names.”

A city that had been attacked by a Dark Sorcerer five years ago—and had lost someone important. Caspian summoned Beta Rohan to the strategy room. I sat off to the side, listening without interrupting. “One healer,” Caspian said. “Someone experienced.” Rohan nodded. “Alright. I’ll bring Healer Sandra. She specialises in potion-making.” “Two Gammas,” Caspian continued. “And several warriors. Not too obvious, but strong enough.” “Understood. Gamma Oliver and Gamma Timothy—they’re good with terrain control. And Sapphire Water?” Rohan asked.

“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.

"Now, open your eyes and launch an attack” My eyes snapped open, my hands summoning all the energy that had relaxed. Power surged through me, wind roaring across the field. Stones lifted into the air, sands forming into a storm. Trees bent, cracking at the same time. Everyone's face was blown by the wind, their hands moving to cover their faces from harm. The power was acting beyond control. “Stop Luna. Find a way to pull it back” The healer roared, but I could only hear him faintly.