Demon Summoning Book Novels & Stories

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

But here they saw women and demon children dead in the pile of corpses, which was clearly a place of sacrifice for the ten demon generals and demon tribe leaders. "All of you belong to our senior brother. Whatever our senior brother does to you is a blessing, so don't complain if you die for the good of your demon race!" These meaningless words angered many demons, although some accepted them happily, as if they were proud of the great demon general's nonsense. “Alright, let’s begin. Demon summoning technique, Summon the demon dragon!” “Eh? Why does it feel strange? No, there can’t be anything wrong here, it should… OI! Tenth brother, why aren’t you giving… your blood?”

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

"What happened?" He took a deep breath. "He's grown up and become an Alpha of the pack. He's free from resentment and sadness. Now, he seeks revenge. He became heartless and mercilessly killing the innocent and defenseless Wolves. His demonic wolf has grown now and very powerful, pushing him to conquer different packs. The more worrying now is with each new enemy he encounters, his death become even closer. Once he died, the process will be finalized, and he will return as a Demon Alpha God to unleash widespread destruction."

But it seemed that he was going to have to do it the hard way. “I guess were going to have to do things differently,” he said. Ares grinned widely. “A summons?” He nodded. The other werewolf rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. “Oh, this should be fun.” A summons was an enchantment that tethered a mate to the other. One that made a tattoo appear on their skin, alerting them of the mating bond. It burned until the mate came to find theirs. And if Nora was going to run from him, and lie to him, he’d just make it so that she had to come find him instead.

His hands finally came up from under the counter and clutched in its grip was a book–brown covered and without a speck of dust. “A cheque book?" I asked, arching a brow as I tilted my head. “You want to give me a cheque? I appreciate the thought, Ger Bear, but you know I ain't allowed in the back. You know what happened the last time I went there.” "It's not a cheque book,” Gerald mumbled before sliding it across the counter to me. "It's a spell book. One that can be used to summon the demon lord, Anakin.” I stood still, my fingers grazing the cover. "A spell book?” I asked and Gerald nodded. A strained laugh tore out of my lips. "Tell me you're joking, Gerald.”

His question was intended for Zarah. “Yes. A simple black magic ritual can summon demons.” “What?” Theia and Nora asked in unison. “How did we not know about this?” Walker asked. “Everyone knows, except you.” I stole a glance at him. “Then what’s the use of that book?” he asked again.