Tokyo Afterschool Summoners Novels & Stories

Rachel sent Tiger Lily and Charlotte off to bed, now that we all knew basic security procedures. Two events intruded between me and my rendezvous with Aya. First, I discovered everyone had on a series of patches. Being a Summer Camp, the girls had on a bunch more than the counselors. Still, one patch shown above all others: 'Camp Sahka Torchlight'. If you found yourself thinking of an Afro-American Jazz-themed playground, join the club.

Alpha Ken, the masked man who was probably also a werewolf, was the only summoner. Ken turned around. There was an air of serious around him as if to show that he meant no jokes.

I did a small summoning, this time instead of trying to get a demon from hell, I summoned a cola from the fridge, that wasn't that hard, I need the sugar. When I was done with it, I left the circle, I'm sure it's safe to move now, I left the circle, getting ready for real bed this time, these stupid summoning spells could only be done after midnight. I moved to my bed ready to sleep, that's when I heard some kind of noise around my place, afraid I turned all the lights on, I'm afraid of the dark. I kept looking around trying to see who was here, I never did a summoning spell this big, maybe I'm still tired, that's why I'm hearing things out.

Kael’s POV Selene’s voice was still in my ear when I tore the envelope open. The paper was thick, the wax seal pressed with the High Moon Summit’s crest, a crescent overlaid with the runic circle of the Council. An official summons. I scanned the neat, looping script.

They called themselves The Veilshards. Not because they rejected the bloom but because they wanted to force it open. “It listens to memory?” one leader cried. “Then let it hear every wound we’ve ever borne. Let it scream from what it recalls!” They weren’t seekers. They were summoners. And already, they’d begun drafting chants drawn from the dreams of children, translated into bloomglyphs they barely understood. Some spirals burned black. Others bled. Back on the ridge, Jaryth joined Siran beneath the spirals.

A red light flickered once on the transmitter. A split second later, an encrypted reply flashed across the screen of my miniature receiver. "Ten minutes. Clear the zone." The message was brief, yet it carried the chill of imminent bloodshed. Ten minutes. I just had to hold on for ten more minutes. If I could just keep my daughter, Mia Volpe, alive for those last ten minutes, Papa's private medical team would arrive, and we could finally escape this living hell.

Text flashed. > **EVENT: PRIVATE SUMMIT** > **LOCATION: [REDACTED]** > **ATTENDEES: HIGH‑LEVEL ACTORS (MULTIPLE FACTIONS)** > **PROJECTED PRESENCE: KAEL PETROV – 0.94 PROBABILITY** “You will be there,” Elara said. “As will others. Embedded. Blended.” A soft chime signaled additional files opening. Visuals appeared—outfits, cover identities, and possible ingress routes.