Accidentally Summoned Novels & Stories

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.

There’s a truth I’ve buried deep within me, a dark secret that claws at my insides, screaming to be set free. But courage has never been my strong suit—especially when it comes to Maya. The weight of what I should reveal crushes me, yet I know I’ll never find the strength to share it. The summons from the elders isn’t just an ordinary call; it’s a summons steeped in dread. When the elders reach out, everything else falls away—you drop everything and go, no questions asked, no rescheduling. I know exactly why they’ve summoned me: Armando.

" Bella I'm so sorry, but what do you think you doing exactly? You think because you're a Thomas now, you could just walk in here and leave like this, like I'm some hookup boy?" Suddenly, Bella's notification began to pop in, including several missed calls from Damian. "Do you see this?" She said, facing her phone screen to Charles. "You don't know how much trouble I've gotten myself into. This was a mistake. " "You just called what we had a mistake!" Charles remarked. "No, no, no, you know what I mean Charles. We discussed about this before." She pleaded as she watched Charles back off and walk over to the counter to serve himself a drink.

He had the calm demeanor of a man who believed he was always the smartest person in the room. "You gave her my address, Garrison," Avery said, her voice dropping into a dangerous, vibrating whisper that cut right through the jukebox music. "You let a ghost from my past bypass building security, ride up to my floor, and ambush me at seven o'clock in the morning. Do you have any idea what you put me through?" Garrison stopped spinning the coaster. He leaned back against the vinyl booth, adjusted his collar, and then, completely unbothered—he laughed.

Gen answered me and he wasn't looking straight at me. "You mean, I'm not real?" I asked her. I never thought I was fake. I know I am a real person. And how can I have someone who looks like me and worst, I even have a name? "Let me explain." I look like a groin. "I am the one who is responsible, why you are here? I can see the future and I saw myself dying from an unfortunate ambush on the day when Cayden and I are about to be married. I thought it was already the end, but I learned there is another me from a different world and I thought that would solve the problem so I did the last resort, and that is summoning you from earth to Pandora." He explained it to me and I just gaped. "If you re

I fired back. "Okay, I understand!" Sturbridge paused and the pounding on the door became more severe. "The spirits of dizziness. You are the goddess's daughter, you can summon any of the spirits." "How do I summon them?" I asked eagerly. "Just repeat this loudly. Hayjozzy, the spirit of dizziness, I summon you and your subjects to attack my enemies!" he relayed while I kept watching his mouth. "I summon you, Hayjozzy and your subjects, attack my enemies!" I called out loudly but nothing happened.

Narius looks flustered, gears turning in his mind. "I've only heard of this happening in few occassions..." "Speak." "The soul is in limbo, the soul is tethered, they are denying or someone is denying the summons, or the wrong name was used." "Barima said that the three if us had the aura of death. Could this be related to that?" Sera, just appear. Come on. Please. "Would you like to summon Barima instead?" No. "Yes. If you think she could give us more information about the aura and if it could effect a summoning. I doubt she will speak to us though."

“It’s not an elemental—it’s a tethered specter!” A cursed summon. A corrupted spell. How the hell had Aster managed that? Unless— I turned to her. She was frozen, trembling. No—no, glowing. A faint sigil pulsed on her hand. Not hers. Someone had marked her. Someone had used her to summon this. A trap. “Alaric!” I screamed. “The summoning wasn’t hers—it was planted!” His eyes narrowed. “Someone set this up?” “Yes!” I stood, wincing, and extended my hands. “I’ll need help banishing it!”

He must have noticed the look of apprehension on my face because he made an attempt to smile, “You are not in any trouble, miss.” I still looked at him suspiciously but I was much calmer now. “You have been given a high summon.” My eyes widened in shock. A High Summon, me? “Sorry, there must be some sort of mistake, are you sure you are talking to the right person?” “You are Rebekka Kent, right?” I nodded. “Then it is definitely you.” I was still shocked, a high summon? But who could be summoning me? Damon and Stephen were both out of the pack on some secret mission that neither of them told me about.

Anderson inquired, noticing Athena still gripping the seat and staring blankly ahead. Suddenly, a man knocked on their car door, pointing a shotgun at them. "What the hell are you doing in my yard?!" He shouted. Miss Mylda responded with an eerie smile, "I apologize, Sir. I believe we took a wrong turn." "Get outta here immediately!" The man's anger increased. Steve quickly restarted the engine and drove away. "We're so sorry!" Miss Mylda called out as they sped off.