Romans & histoires Synonyms For Summon

Ingrid replied with a shrug, “but unfortunately for you, Marwood doesn’t care about either. You’re summoned. And we both know what that means.” Callum nodded, solemn. “He used that word. Summoned. Said to escort you personally.” The word curled cold in my chest. Summoned. Not invited. Not requested. “Like I’m a pawn in some ritual,” I muttered, shutting my book with a soft thud. “Do I get a ceremonial robe too, or just public humiliation?” “Depends on the choreography,” Ingrid offered with a smirk. “But I’d bet on both.” I sighed, pressing the heel of my palm to my temple. “I have so much to study. Ravel’s going to murder me if I flunk this glyph translation.”

They called themselves The Veilshards. Not because they rejected the bloom but because they wanted to force it open. “It listens to memory?” one leader cried. “Then let it hear every wound we’ve ever borne. Let it scream from what it recalls!” They weren’t seekers. They were summoners. And already, they’d begun drafting chants drawn from the dreams of children, translated into bloomglyphs they barely understood. Some spirals burned black. Others bled. Back on the ridge, Jaryth joined Siran beneath the spirals.

She asked in a mild tone. I opened my mouth to answer her but I clamped them shut. There was no way I’d tell her I was being summoned when she was in this state. If I accept this Call Of Summon, it only means that I have accepted to be crowned as the Alpha and begin to work in every one of our corporations.

The ground around Elias ignited with golden symbols, stretching outward like a summoning circle. All across the battlefield, supernatural creatures lifted their heads. The glyphs pulsed in their blood. The command had been given. Arise. From forests, mountains, skies, and shadowed rivers, beings once hidden in legend came forward. “Dorian,” Lucian said lowly. “It’s happening.” Dorian nodded, steel-eyed. “He’s calling them.” Kairis stepped forward. “He’s summoning everyone.” And at the center, Elias rose. His eyes were glowing with an unnatural light, silver and gold fused together, divine power roaring through his veins. The glyphs etched into the air behind him pulsed once more, and a singl

"How is that possible?" "I'm certain that it had an owner, so it’s probably summoned," Lucas replied, thinking. "A summoner from the capital might be tracking us down." "Summoner?" "It's one of the classifications of mages," Alice pointed out. "They specialized in using spells to open portals from different dimensions to summon beasts … but only for a limited time." "I’m pretty sure it’s one of the members of the Frostguarde," Robert said. Lucas nodded. "Luna, make the most of your time scouting the west entrance of the forest. That beast might come back … and perhaps with the summoner this time."

“What kind of beings do these witches summon?” Her grim expression tightened the knots in my stomach. “Demons.”

I was very young to remember, and that’s what has been bothering me right now. “Yes, it will. Where are all these doubts coming from, Agatha?” Mom chastised me. I get it. We have gone a long way to be wary now. Summoning the other species is the first major step in fulfilling the prophecy. We have to let them know it’s now safe for them to come out of hiding, that we can live side-by-side with other species without looking over our shoulders, with no fear. But at the same time, summoning them may attract future threats; the ‘not so friendly’ species may take this as an opportunity to strike, like the ghouls, demons, and djinns. And what about the vampires? Should I also summon them? I took a

I squinted into the darkness beyond the trees, waiting to find out the direction of the voice. “You can’t run from me, Aurora,” the voice said, as if reading my mind. I spun around, my head cocked to the side, listening. I still couldn’t tell where it was coming from as it echoed through the trees. “I will always find you. Blood will always call to blood.” “Why won’t you leave me alone?” I asked, sobbing as I tried to guess where he was so I could run in the opposite direction. Tears burned paths down my cheeks as I continued to peer into the darkness. “Who are you? Why do you keep coming for me?”

But it seemed that he was going to have to do it the hard way. “I guess were going to have to do things differently,” he said. Ares grinned widely. “A summons?” He nodded. The other werewolf rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. “Oh, this should be fun.” A summons was an enchantment that tethered a mate to the other. One that made a tattoo appear on their skin, alerting them of the mating bond. It burned until the mate came to find theirs. And if Nora was going to run from him, and lie to him, he’d just make it so that she had to come find him instead.

Silas bled them by paragraph and called it hygiene. “‘Summoning is a crime,’” he read. “What is summoning? Does the Charter intend to criminalize breath? Surely an evening of light—music, lamps—cannot be understood as invitation. Surely we are modern enough to distinguish harmony from hunger.” “The mouth is a pedant,” Evelyn said. “It loves definitions when it can use them to eat politely. Summoning is saying the name in order to make weather. If your lamps make weather, they are summoning. If your music persuades iron to remember blood, it is summoning. We have hinges to tell the difference.”