The Summoner Wars

What if you could summon the man of your dreams out of thin air? Poof! There he is all shirtless and sexy and handsome. Wouldn't that be nice? Well, just be careful what you wish for. He might be more than you can handle.

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The rules are simple: summon the strongest creature possible. Lions and tigers. Falcons and Eagles. Werewolves and zombies and vampires. It doesn't matter what is summoned. It only matters who wins. Summon the strongest, and be the strongest.

And to the victors go the spoils: money, fame, and glory.

But the Roshon sisters don't care about fame and glory. They only care about money. They live in the slums with their parents and barely have food to eat. They don't have electricity, or running water, and if they can win just one match- just one, single match they would earn enough to live off of for a year.

But ten years in a row they have failed. Ten straight losses. But this year they have a plan. This year they're going to summon a dire wolf. Strong. Powerful. Vicious. Fangs and claws and two-hundred pounds of muscle and bone. They know they can't win the entire competition with a wolf, and they don't intend to. One match. That's all they need. One win.

But when the smoke clears it's not a wolf they've summoned... at least not the kind they were expecting.