Accidentally Summoned Novels & Stories

The review. I let my gaze drift across the skyline, though I don't really see it anymore. All I see is yesterday afternoon. She was standing on the platform with mango juice on her wrist, laughing because she'd convinced me to eat fruit from a paper tray while a saxophone echoed somewhere behind us. She never looked over her shoulder. Never once wondered if someone might be watching. "They've already called me," my father says. "Marcus before eight this morning." Of course he did. Men like Whitmore don't wait for facts. They wait for opportunity.

I didn't even bother looking at any of them, completely dismissing their presence. Instead, my eyes locked onto the middle of the room. Standing perfectly still in the center of the chamber was a woman dressed in a pristine white gown. Her posture was flawless, but her face was completely obscured by a heavy, lace veil. I stopped a few feet away from her, my posture rigid as I radiated pure, unadulterated coldness. “I'd like to know why I've been summoned,” I asked, my voice cutting through the silence. Brandon leaned forward in his seat, an ugly smirk stretching across his face. He rested his elbows on the table, clearly enjoying the fact that he was the one delivering the news.

“I once accidentally summoned a goat demon in front of the High Council.” We all turned. “Wait, what?” Kira asked. “Well, it was supposed to be a summoning of historical figures. I mixed up the runes. Instead of ‘Ancient Scholar of Olyven,’ I summoned ‘Olyven the Goat-Tyrant.’” Kira burst out laughing. “Wait… that’s the one that tried to marry a sheep, right?” “Yes,” Nilo groaned. “It proposed to Master Elreth’s scrying orb before eating her chair.”

My jaw dropped, liquid leaked down my tear duct slipping to my dress. Salvatore was right. He wasn’t a stranger. We knew each other in the past and the enemy is Elle. She was the catalyst that brought me to an accident when she appeared. I marched outside the house stumbling into Elle. “Angel, where are you off to in a hurry?” “Off to the realest soul who has been speaking the truth since I met him.” Her face scrunches into a snarl. “Don’t do this, he's the enemy.”

He sat down, tucking one leg under himself. “So, why did you summon me?” I shrugged. “No idea. How about a snack?” I pulled the twitching assassin up and threw him inside the pentagram. Argadon nimbly caught the sacrifice, smelled him, grinned, and put him down. “Later. Did he come for you?” “You bet.” “So, whom did you displease?” I snorted. “A funny expression.” “Demons can visit all worlds, if not voluntarily, then through summoning.” “And how often are you summoned?”

I slapped his hand off, and he stared at me still infuriated, his eyes furrowed and he stood up. “You are supposed to be in your room, but you came to meet the bastard I asked you never to right?” Then it hit me. He must have sniffed the scent from me. “He wanted to tell me something and had summoned me. '' I answered truthfully, I shut my eyes again at my stupidity. I shouldn't have told him he summoned me. He would get curious at how he got the power to do that. “He summoned you! How the fuck did you get so close euth a Rogue!” his voice was dangerous now, but I would not let him play that card on me.

He returned her stare, wondering what games they were up to this time. “He…” her eyes grew wide in shock. “He doesn’t care,” she blurted out. Moss nodded. “He rarely ever does.” “Yeah,” Stratin added. “Makes empathy feel useless around him. It’s quite annoying, too.” Ariadne ignored them. “So you really aren’t bothered?” she asked Kilvic. “Should I be?” Kilvic asked, puzzled. “You failed to summon a demon!” she snapped. “So did Liche,” he pointed out. “There are various possibilities for how a summoning can fail; a weak link, lack of reia, a weak will, even a defective crystal.”

“Well.” “We are more than bound. This is some dark shit at play. What would an innocent little witch be doing with such dark magic?” His question sent goosebumps to rise along my skin, and I shivered at the thought of being able to do something so apparently evil without meaning to. Was there anything else in my life that I had done unintentionally? Had I ever hurt anyone…killed anyone? “I could guess that much. I just allegedly summoned a spawn of Satan!” Demetri cringed at that, but I turned away and began to pace.

I’ll come there as soon as they let me. Good. She was good. I shut my eyes in relief and sighed. How did I fuck up so badly that I almost cost my friend her life? I had to fix it. I had to do everything possible to ensure nothing like this happened again. At that moment, our little convention was interrupted by the call bell from the front store, and I snapped up. “All right, people. We have a job to do. Frankie, would you mind taking care of the register today?” “Sure. No problem.”