The Canterbury Tales Summoner Novels & Stories

He sat down, tucking one leg under himself. “So, why did you summon me?” I shrugged. “No idea. How about a snack?” I pulled the twitching assassin up and threw him inside the pentagram. Argadon nimbly caught the sacrifice, smelled him, grinned, and put him down. “Later. Did he come for you?” “You bet.” “So, whom did you displease?” I snorted. “A funny expression.” “Demons can visit all worlds, if not voluntarily, then through summoning.” “And how often are you summoned?”

“That’s not possible.” “It is,” I said. “Because blood remembers.” The child spoke again. Louder this time. Still calm. The old tongue rolled through the air. A healer dropped to his knees. “That word” “Is a summons,” another whispered. Kieran’s face drained. “Summons who?” I answered. “Everyone.” A pressure spread. Not pain. Awareness. I felt it like a thousand ears turning. My monologue broke free. “This is what the songs hid. The child does not wait for crowns. He calls truth.”

CELESTE’S POINT OF VIEW The summoning spell is one of the spells I developed and perfected myself and now it’s being used against me, magic concocted by me to use to get whatever I want now being used against me, that’s quite ironic when you think of it, the chaser becomes the chased. Funny… really funny. The only part of all this that I however do not find funny is the fact that Somebody is with my grimore, my handbook which contains all my powerful spells and incantations, that is so not funny because that book can bring havoc to anyone including me.

As we moved into the main nave, I felt a sharp, rhythmic thrumming in my chest. "They are already chanting," I hissed, grabbing Killian’s arm. "The resonance... it is a summoning. They aren't trying to hide anymore. They are trying to bridge the gap." "Bridge it to where?" Killian asked, his claws sliding out with a lethal snick. "To the First Mother's source," a voice rang out from the altar.

What is that familiar of yours? Ban: You see we were mistaken to think of Galahad as a summoning familiar.. This monster does not summon monsters to fight for me. He is a MONSTER WHO GIVES LIFE TO MY WILDEST AND INFINITE IMAGINATIONS. YES ,THAT IS WHO HE IS...A CHEAT!

Starvos questioned and found Rose slowly flipping the pages of the book, stopping at a particular page. As he went closer to read, his eyes squinted to catch the scripture. Rose helped him by reading the passage, “The summoned creatures tend to attack the other creatures which is around them as per the summoner’s demand. The summoner summon the creatures by blood, thus they wouldn’t attack others that bore the same blood as the summoner.” “So it can be confirmed you are a sorcerer, judging by why those vampires didn’t attack you,” Starvos summed what they had found as she nodded in agreement.

Questioned the king "Hahahaha, Your majesty, do you know why my name is called the summoned on? "No! You should enlighten me" “That is because I can be in different places at the same time" "Huh," The king laughs looking at him as if he has gone mad. Instantly, Summoned one body divided into a water shapeshifting clone. Two summoned individuals stand in front of the king. "What kind of sorcery is this? Questioned King Gregory

the summoner said. Adrian found the stranger's response rather unexpected and became a little confused. Noticing Adrian's reaction, the summoner frowned. "What's the matter? I’m offering to help, and you're not happy?" Adrian said, "That's not it. I just want to know your identity and why I should trust you." The summoner responded sternly, "Hmph, if you don't trust me, then I have no reason to tell you anything." He was clearly bothered by Adrian's suspicion.

The breath quickly departs from my lungs as his icy blue eyes focus on me, leaving me scrambling amongst the fright that paralyses me. After a long moment, I blink, realising I'm not staring at Marek. This man is nothing but a stranger. A Summoner, yes, but definitely not the hunter I saw at first glance. Summoners are rare, but I've seen plenty in my time here in the Azure Province. Almost none have had markings, but this man's is so faint, unlike what I remember Marek's to have been like. Marek has power, and it's evident this man has almost none. "Excuse me ma'am?" He says uneasily, breaking the heavy silence tainting the room. "Is everything okay?"

Fenris pulled me away from the cliff, and I looked around attentively with my panicking chest. Two Dark Summoners appeared in front of us, and it shivered my whole body. I have been seeing them for quite some time now, but still, I couldn't bare their creepy humanoid forms. "Clearly, you want to enter our world," One Dark Summoner spoke. "And we're very welcoming to our visitors. Thus, we're giving you permission to see our castle. But before that." A creepy smile appeared on his monstrous face. "You shall abandon all hope and surrender to my Lord, or else..."