Accidentally Summoned Novels & Stories

Every step it took felt intentional, like it already knew why it was here. Gunnar stepped in front of Summer instantly. “You called this here?” he demanded. “Yes,” she said. “Do you understand what you’ve just done?” he asked.”How the hell were you even able to summon a Satyre?” “Wekl I have my ways, I'm my mother's daughter,” she replied again. “You don’t summon something like this into our territory without consequences,” he said. “I know,” she answered. “But I don’t care about consequences if it saves him.”

Following Vice City Lord Jameson's question, a system prompt immediately opened up before Mistaken Fox. [System Message: You have obtained the quest from Vice City Lord Anthony Jameson] Quest: Rank: A+ Level: 20+ Details: Vice City Lord Jameson has noticed your talent in the art of the . He has an acquaintance on the Demon Continent capable of giving you guidance in this field. Head out to the Demon Continent and track down this reclusive summoner and hand her Vice City Lord Jameson's letter.

I can tell she's putting the pieces together to where this story is going. "So." I sigh. "I went home and did the spell." "...And?" I bite my lip. "I… might've… accidentally summoned a demon." "...What?" "From Hell." I clarify. Eva stares at me with horror filled eyes. "You. What?!" I wince. This is why I would've rather shown her Soleus rather than talk about it. Eva's mind works better when she has the problem in front of her. If she talks about it, her mind tends to run wild.

"I mean sure, as long as we found fresh clothing, I'm sure it would've worked out fine." She squinted her eyes suspiciously, "Then why were the demons summoned?" I smiled sheepishly, "cause I've always wanted to do a summoning. Needed a reason to do so though so this situation came in handy. One good thing I got out of helping out. Now let's go." Liza gaped at my back as I walked by her and followed behind Axil. We walked for another good five minutes before the sound of various screams broke our stride. "What the hell is that!?" Liza exclaimed as she looked around us, startled.

Venya asked, her eyes narrowed in concentration from searching her memory, “I remember reading about summoners in our library.” “That is the gist of it yes,” Kiri replied. “Still sounds like necromancy,” Rex muttered, “Summoning defeated foes and such.” “Ah my dear, that is where we differ,” Kiri replied, nodding at Horken to begin dishing out boiled eggs, ham chunks and bread slices. “I do not raise the dead foe, I am able to summon that type of enemy, just one, and if killed or sent away, when I summon it again, their skin colour, gender and skill types will be different to the previous. They are also stuck at the skill level of that defeated foe as well, that’s why there aren’t many of ou

Damon said “Nope, not interested” “You can't refuse a gift” Ben said “Relax dude, it's your day today, just have fun, fuck up today then tomorrow you can resume being the icy CEO” I shook my head lifting the glass to my lips” “Fine” “Good then, the chick should be waiting up for you by now, happy birthday” “Fuckers” Damon laughed “ the best you've ever known

A civil war that would have gutted the pack was avoided by a matter of hours. ​No one called it luck after that. They called it Aurora. ​And far beyond their borders, Silas stood on one leg, a stomp was where his other leg should have been. ​He had been a ghost for years, silently rebuilding in the dark, seething as he watched from the fringes of the world. But the moment Aurora’s gift flared strong enough to bend the tracks of fate itself, something in the old, dark magic Silas practiced let out a scream. ​The child lived. The child was his undoing.

Again she ignores the voice. She feels like it was just her hallucinating, the voice increased into voices calling her name. "Are you okay?" A hand gently lay on her shoulder. "You were called for."

In a couple hours, this ball would start rolling, and I hoped it didn't go so fast that it spun out of control. A few hours and a rental car later, James and I opened the door that would irrevocably change our lives. "Clary, White, and Boyd. How may I direct your call?" The receptionist clearly hadn't been the recipient of one of the firm's letters, or she wouldn't be nearly as peppy answering their phone. When she finished with the call, she greeted the two of us standing in front of her. The only sign of fear either of us showed was the trembling in our clasped hands.

At our university class reunion, the class president had chosen a fancy club known for its stunning male escorts. After a bathroom break, I bumped into one of the escorts. He had this otherworldly charm, like a mystical figure out of a fantasy show, and his gaze was intense enough to make anyone's knees buckle. Clearly drunk, he slurred, "Miss, I'm from Suite 305. Can you help me get back there?" It was obvious he was so drunk he got lost in his own workplace.