The Last Summoner Novels & Stories

“Mom, I am giving you one last chance. Stop the car.” Morgan hung up. She told me to pull out the SIM card and throw it out the window. “Hold on tight.” She turned her head and looked at me with a deep, steady gaze. “Mira, I have not done much good in this life. Let this be the one good thing.” The engine let out a rough roar. Morgan pressed the gas pedal to the floor. The battered sedan shook as it surged forward. In the rearview mirror, the black SUV suddenly accelerated and closed in behind us.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

Atlas reached out with a numb hand and clicked the radio off. The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. The last fragile thread of hope that had sustained us through the nightmare of the Keep snapped in an instant. No armies were coming to save us. There was no safe territory waiting over the mountains. The entire world was burning, devoured by the same grotesque horror that had taken Sia, Timmy, and Marcus. Vanya sank onto a wooden stool, burying her face in her hands as silent, hopeless tears spilled through her eyes. Kenny stared at the black radio with wide, hollow eyes, his shoulders slumping under the weight of total despair.

He pulled it out, noting the lack of a caller ID, but answered it anyway. ​A calm, chillingly familiar voice spoke into his ear. "You've disappointed me, Damien." ​Damien remained entirely silent, his jaw clenched. ​"You have one final opportunity," Victor continued, his tone conversational yet lethal. "Bring the girl to me before sunrise." ​"And if I don't?" ​"You already know the answer to that." The line went completely dead. ​Damien slipped the phone back into his pocket. "That was your boss," she stated.

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

I assume from all the snacks he has eaten based on the wrappers lying about. “You want me to… go with you…?” He seems shocked and looks at Falcon, who hasn’t removed his eyes from the warlock once. “I don’t particularly care for an extra person.” He says menacingly. I sigh and elbow him in the gut, but he doesn’t move an inch. “Why are we here, Monty?” Falcon asks. “We need him,” Monty says, refusing any more details than that. “My name is Joffrey. I am the last remaining descendant of Annika the Honest.” He says standing proud, and good for him being proud of his heritage. Even if it means absolutely nothing to me.

He would not give them the satisfaction. --- A Court Summoned Two weeks later, another letter arrived. Delivered the same way—no messenger, no trace. This one was longer, written in the same elegant script: Dante Moretti. Amara Moretti. Your reign has spread fire, fear, and ruin. The Council has decided. You are summoned to the Gathering of Masks. There, your fate will be weighed. Refuse, and we burn your kingdom to ash. Below the words was a location—an ancient fortress in the Alps, abandoned for centuries.

I am dwarfed by her sheer size and I am uncertain how to address the imposingly statuesque creature before me while her eyes find mine. “we are one, none dominant of the other, we are the same, we are Ulfhild.” She speaks in a deep, low transcendental voice. ** Sullivan Clan HQ ** “Can you explain to me why I’m hearing the wail of one of those monstrosities!?” Chief Marcus bellows. “I thought I gave you an order. Zap the vermin, make them yield, I wont tell you again! Violent winds rage outside, although the rain and thunder seems to have stopped, it still feels turbulent and this damn lunar eclipse makes it hard to see where I’m going.

“There is a special incantation, but it must not be spoken without the Ash Stone. I doubt you have spoken-” “By the fiery embrace of the sun, the powerful shroud of the moon, the celestial light of the stars and the heart of the earth; I, Enrique Ignacio Escarra, the last of my bloodline, summon forth the power bestowed upon me as the rightful heir of the sacred title. Let these bindings be shattered, the shackles sundered, and the unleashed energies come forth? … I said all that,” I say, masking my unease.

After that, I just groaned and didn't pay attention to what he said because I knew he was only using his words to manipulate my thoughts for the last time. "Are those your last words?" I said in a dead voice, but before he could even talk again, I gestured at Finn and Julius to put him down on the floor. "Hold on!" Santi yelled unexpectedly, and then I saw the cowardly version of him speaking right through his eyes, his sweat dripping from his head down his face as he trembles, yet tries to cover it up by plastering a smile on his face.