Demon Summoning Book Novels & Stories

Forgotten by all but me. And there, in the dark, I did the one thing I swore never to do. I summoned a demon. I knew the words. I had studied them once in secret, back when I was still naive enough to think knowledge alone was harmless. I carved the circle with chalk, then blood, then bone—just as the old book instructed. When the final syllable left my lips, the air rippled. The temperature dropped. And the wind died. Then he appeared. Not with fire. Not with thunder. But with a sound like pages turning.

He was reading the demon history book. The Lycan King took a deep breath. This was bigger than they expected. "This is the ancient book of demon rituals and history. It says here that the only way to resurrect the death angel is to shower his tomb with the blood of four Queens. The Lycan Queen, The Vampire Queen, The Dragon Queen, and lastly my Demon Queen. Which I haven't fucking found yet up to now! Motherfucker!" Lucifer slammed his palm in his mahogany desk. The wood cracked. On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time.

"Well, I found this old spell book in my grandma's stuff. We can summon a demon to go kill him in his sleep or something. Trust me, I have witchcraft in my blood." "Alright. But first let me post her pictures and tag her across all platforms, especially LinkedIn. Then we can focus on the lying ass lizard." A few minutes later, I was gathering ingredients following Lisa's drunken instructions. She was too wasted to deal with this herself, but I'd opened the summoning book and just like she said, the details were easy to follow. All I needed to do was set the stage. "You don't have seven black candles," I said after several minutes of going through her stuff.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy. The first time I saw it, I shut it so fast. But then I opened it and stared for a full minute until my thighs pressed together. The texts in the book aren’t written in English. I translated the text through three different apps, then realized it was a summoning ritual for a demon of lust. It requires spoken words, a willing participant, and one drop of blood on the page. I've always been the girl who checks the occult section first in every bookstore, so honestly it was only a matter of time before I di

"Speak, human. Before I decide to be unpleasant." I swallowed hard, my bravado faltering under the weight of his anger. "I—I don't know," I stammered. "It was in a scroll I found. It said it would allow me to call upon one of the fates." "A scroll you found?" he echoed, incredulous. "You go around reciting random fucking spells you find? What if a demon had answered your call and not me?" "Lucky then," I said, "it's only you." I've lost my mind. Truly.

The altar of the desperate and the damned. The forest of Lunaris were also useful because it was connected to the infernal lock. The demon summoning required more power than I'd used in decades. I cut deep into my palm and let the blood flow freely onto the stones. The wound hissed and steamed where it touched the rock. "Lords of the Burning Deep," I called out in the old tongue. "Masters of Claw and Fang and Endless Hunger. I call on one. I offer you a bargain." The air around me grew thick and sulfurous. The temperature dropped until my breath misted in front of my face. Something vast and terrible was listening.

Nothing touched him. So I turned to the last page anyone sane would turn to. An old grimoire I bought from a private antiquarian auction. Black leather, edges crumbling, text in a mix of faded Latin and older runes no one could fully translate anymore. The listing called it “a curiosity.” The previous owner had died alone in a locked attic; the estate sold everything fast. Inside was a single clean ritual titled *Vocatio Ultionis*. The summoning of a collector. A demon who traded in vengeance and collected souls. Payment was not optional. Payment was flesh first, soul later.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.