The Last Summoner Novels & Stories

Combined with the way his whole body was shaking for some unknown reason, it was absolutely ridiculous. The Phantom Patrols had no idea why their boss was acting like this. After all, some of these Phantom Patrols were just newbie spirits who'd only been dead a few hundred years. Even before arriving, Vexon had sensed the Soul-Summoning Plaque. His legs were trembling right now. There was only one person in the world who could summon that plaque. That person had visited the Netherrealm before. Last time she came, he'd almost gotten tossed to Chaos as a snack. Nobody knew what Vexon was feeling right now.

One day, Arsenio suddenly looked at me with a mysterious smile and said, "Tonight, I'm taking you to see the aurora." I froze for a second, then quickly came to my senses. Medhel was located in the mid-latitude. How could they possibly see an aurora here? I looked at him in confusion, my eyes full of questions. But Arsenio only smiled, his eyes shining with anticipation and excitement. "You'll see when we get there." - Night fell. Arsenio took my hand and led me to an open field. It was incredibly quiet around us, with only the occasional sounds of insects coming from the distance. I looked around curiously, still trying to figure out what exactly he was up to in my mind.

Cool shadow-cum flooded her, tingling and endless, pushing her into one final, shattering orgasm. They stayed like that for a long time, her collapsed on his chest as the shadows gently stroked her back, warming now. Nyx’s voice was quiet when he finally spoke. “Most summoners try to banish me after.” Elara traced a silver vein on his chest. “Most summoners are idiots.” She looked up at the still-open rift, pulsing softly in the corner of the room. “I’m not closing that tonight.” His arms were solid now, tightened around her. A slow, genuinely pleased smile curved his lips. “Good choice.”

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.

“Why… was I summoned? Want anything else? Wasn't my last mission clear? Marsha took a deep breath while shaking his head, as if tired of facing someone like Salsa. "I've always told you. What's done is you and Leo, not you and me. So far, have you helped me, no? Therefore, you also have to pay a fair amount for me.” “That's not…,” said Salsa, who then stopped. He even bit his lower lip to stop himself from saying anything. He looked down and squeezed his hand, not caring if it might leave a mark later. “By the way, what do you want?”

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.

Her white eyes glowed and fury was written all over her pale visage. History was being rewritten. A history that had happened millions of years ago was about to take place again. The war and death goddess got up from her throne and with the Okulus, she used it to summon her army. An army that she would take with her to that mortal world and finally procure Reign—the last of the Heralds. "Our time has come my loyal subjects! Now let us go and get what is rightfully ours!" she hissed just as the thundering footsteps of her army could be heard already gathering behind her.

I fell down on my knees hard, vomiting everything inside my stomach, I couldn't breathe still, I was in so much pain, and then arms picked me up, pulling me toward a strong chest with a scent that's so familiar and assuring. "What happened?" Seth asks for the both of us, he too has been brought over, thankfully. "We brought you back," I heard a female voice, I know that girl's voice, it's Calesti, my friend. "How did you bring me back?" I ask Cici with a smile, it was Mathew who was holding me, and looking at her, I could see her with her daddy standing in the middle of a circle of some sort. "Your daddies called us, and we summoned you, just like I summoned daddy," Calesti says with a big p

I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie. "Enzo" I called, all of their eyes turned to me. "Yes?" Enzo answered. "I just need to ask this, Charlie haven't been back since she came with you and earlier. You came back without her" Enzo frowned a bit. "She's not back yet?" He asked back, that made me more nervous. I shook my head, I'm already trembling. He stood up the same time my phone rang, I looked at it to see it was Jax. I nearly forgot about him. I immediately answered his call to ask for help.

Justin chimed in. “But in this dream everywhere was black and it all felt like a nightmare to me.” That was the last thing Justin was expecting him to say. It was a shock to him. “I was surrounded by black fog and the only thing I could see was a black wooden board that had words written in bold white. What they said was exactly: 1000 years was the last time they had seen war but it happened again and destroyed a wonderful land but the land was spelled by a skilled sorcerer. The Lone Survivor of the kingdom has to restore it back to full glory but she can only do that when she finds the cinnamon witch.