The Canterbury Tales Summoner Novels & Stories

"This was what happened when you refused to actively admit defeat!" The Little Witch giggled and snapped her fingers at the Silver Claw Octopus. "Alright! Let them go. Come back!" A summoner was the king of the beasts being summoned. The Silver Claw Octopus was unwilling to let them go. Nevertheless, it still retreated back into the Gate of Life quickly. "Oh, My God! That guy won the championship before he even made a move..." "That guy is too cunning. I'm not convinced..."

I just took her appearance as my own, without thinking twice about it, and now, it seems I'm stuck with it. I don't stop running, even as my lungs burn and my eyes start streaming with tears. By the time Clea's mother's cabin comes into view, I could collapse into the grass with how exhausted I am. I can't possibly be relieved that I'm not turning into a Snow Demon because this fate may not be that much better. I've killed a Summoner. Marek comes into view, stalking back and forth across the front lawn. He's wondering where I am, where I've gone that has taken me so long. I can't imagine what his reaction is going to be like when he finds out I'm a Summoner. Just like him.

Other than the weird thrill she gets when draining people, stealing is one of the things she enjoys most and this ring is something she's itching to get her hand on. “It is called the Summoner and it's wielded by the Three Alphas of Requiem Pack. I want you to bring it to me.” The moment Aileen heard that her heart stopped. All the tiredness and throbbing pain she was feeling from a week of torture seems to vanish as she stared up at him in shock. “T-the Requiem Pack?” did she hear correctly?

Venya asked, her eyes narrowed in concentration from searching her memory, “I remember reading about summoners in our library.” “That is the gist of it yes,” Kiri replied. “Still sounds like necromancy,” Rex muttered, “Summoning defeated foes and such.” “Ah my dear, that is where we differ,” Kiri replied, nodding at Horken to begin dishing out boiled eggs, ham chunks and bread slices. “I do not raise the dead foe, I am able to summon that type of enemy, just one, and if killed or sent away, when I summon it again, their skin colour, gender and skill types will be different to the previous. They are also stuck at the skill level of that defeated foe as well, that’s why there aren’t many of ou

he added, trying to encourage his brothers. Even so, as they approached, the three noticed a disturbing detail: under the hood, the man was smiling. A calm smile, like someone who already knew the outcome of that conversation. He extended his hand, slowly, as if offering a gift. "Is this what you want?" The brothers exchanged a quick glance. "You know?" Lior asked, suspicious, perceiving what was implied. "I know. How could I not know?" The man's voice was deep, almost velvety. "I am one of the Summoners."