The Canterbury Tales Summoner Novels & Stories

The coat he was wearing was white, so the blood that spewed out of his mouth colored it bright red, tainting it deeply. However, as a host, it was impossible for him to simply allow somebody to batter him. Eithan might have been forced to come down, but even if he could not do anything to the summoner, he instinctively knew the vampire was at least not that strong. 'Agatha said the strong ones need some chanting to be called into this world!'

The chanting, the exaggerated theatrics—watching them felt like something straight out of a cheesy wizard tale. She opened her eyes wide, her face emotionless, and flung the limb into the air. A glowing magical circle burst into existence overhead, devouring the limb. Another circle appeared at the ground where, in a flash of orange energy, teacher Blanch reappeared—whole and intact. Only now, a strange mark marred her skin. It was a single eye, etched into her left arm, resembling an Illuminati symbol but slightly altered. It signified true flesh—the part used to summon her. Summoners could only summon living beings by using a piece of their body, provided it wasn’t hair or bodily fluids. T

"Your mastery over elemental magic and your unwavering loyalty make you an ideal candidate. Will you join this quest?" Felicity, standing tall and resolute, stepped forward. "I will, Supreme Sorcerer. I shall serve our coven with all my power." Constantine nodded, then turned her gaze to Freya, a witch known for her unparalleled knowledge of ancient spells. "Freya, your expertise in ancient magic is unmatched. Will you lend your talents to this mission?" Freya, her expression one of fierce determination, stepped forward to join Felicity. "I pledge my abilities to our cause, Supreme Sorcerer."

He closed his eyes, listening to the chirping of the birds and centering himself before sprinkling the sage in a circle before him. He threw the lit match at the sage, lighting it on fire. A ring of fire combusts in front of him, making him take a step back. The flames grew high in the sky; sparks flinging all over the place and the heat intensified as he spoke the summoning mantra. Soon, he was seeing an image within the flames; a face he had never seen before. “Why have you summoned me?” The face asked, his eyes glowing with embers. “You’re Alaric? The Vampire Lord?”

With all hope seemed lost, the heroes of Ren'veil led by Rio swordtaker found hope in the most unlikely place. They found one of the lost tomes of the Wolf father within the ruins of Galathron it held the rights of summoning. With this tome, they could summon only one hero to Ren'veil though the price to pay for the summoning required a mage and a priestess to enact the summoning rights and bound their Spiritual Energy and their Etherial energy to the summoned hero.

“The council will want to hear this.” “Not yet.” My hand covered the book instinctively. “Let me study it first.” His gaze dropped to my hand. His voice softened just slightly, that usual brooding edge curling into something warmer. “You’re not just a knight anymore, Abby.” “I know.” “Storm Knight or not, this—” he gestured to the pages, to the diagrams pulsing faintly under candlelight “—this isn’t just summoning. This is a door to things even the Queen keeps sealed.”

Amy came to stand by his other side, opening the big old book. “Repeat after me,” she said, solemn and mysterious like we were in a Haunters episode. Don’t ask me what language the counter-spell was written in, because I doubt even Amy knew. She started reading aloud slowly, pausing for Brandon to repeat her words. And as they kept going, I started feeling little cracks in the wall under my hand. Soon I was afraid a whole chunk of it would come off. They kept going for another three or four minutes. In the following silence, Brandon let go of my hand, took the pendant off and held it firmly to stick his hand into the shadows.

To have separate lives away from each other. "What does your friend looks like?" Lancelot asked. "Lucia is fifteen years old lady, bit shorter than me. Long straight black hair and has porcelain skin. She has big brown eyes, and she is very beautiful," I said. "Wait. What are those things?" Lancelot asked while pointing at the man-structured smokes hopping from one corner to another, searching. "That was done by my friend Lucia. She is a white snake summoner that is why she can produce men of white snake. She told them to go and search for his cousin. Remember Orion? The one I told you who just disappeared when there was a mist and a humming voice."

He might not have many skills at his disposal but there was one final trick up his sleeve. “Urum!” Zen summoned. Unlike Mandy’s summoning talisman, Zen had never tried using the Orc Token he received. The ghost of the orc general rose from the dead and summoned his fallen army with him. Together, the mighty general tackled the Minotaur while Benjamin scrambled out of their path with Jessica’s support. Zen healed the moderately injured couple and waited for the magicians to land the finishing blow.

She spoke in a low shaky voice. “She is still alive.” Amira was excited to get the signal. She suddenly had a grim on her face, the events that had unfolded last night left everyone bushed, they had no liveliness to even converse to one another. Njeru always got up earlier than everyone to milk the camels, subsequently Amira would wake up and prepare breakfast, but that day, for some unknown reasons Joel woke up before them all, he executed all the duties by himself He felt restless; he was a necromancer, he was cursed to hate the crowned heads, Joel was a grandson to the enchantress who had abducted Tami; the duchess.