Demon Summoning Books Novels & Stories

The dorm room was dark except for the circle of candles flickering on the floor. Elias Crowe knelt in the center of the carefully drawn summoning circle, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. The small off campus apartment smelled of old books, incense, and nervous sweat. Textbooks on demonology and forbidden occult rituals lay open around him, pages filled with notes scribbled in the margins, highlighted warnings he had mostly ignored. He had been studying the occult for months in secret. Tonight, he was finally attempting his first real summoning.

"Every month, a hundred women must sacrifice their lives, or the curse tears me apart. What sorcery did you use to withstand it?" He found nothing. Of course he found nothing. There was no charm, no medicine, no talisman. I was simply feeding on the curse he thought would kill me. "I do not know," I said innocently. "Maybe I fell in love at first sight. Maybe we were lovers for several lifetimes. Why not believe that?" I blinked up at him. Succubi had their methods. One look, one softened breath, one little pout, and even the Demon King himself looked away.

It felt alive. Like it carried something heavy… something evil. Below it was a description. This time, written more clearly—almost like her grandfather wanted someone to understand. Cheska read it slowly, her voice barely above a whisper: “A demon of the earth… a devourer of souls… a guardian of ancient secrets.” Her throat tightened. “It can be summoned through blood sacrifice… and bound to a place… to a house… to a family line.” The room felt colder. Her hands trembled harder as she kept reading.

"I have everything ready, these are the conditions for the summoning spell. Once you're gone I'll prepare one for Fala, then one for me. Once we all make it back here we can go to the demon realm and do what we have to. I just hope that the prophecy was right about you being the one to help me." Fenrir looks at the paper Girod had been writing on, and its almost exactly as he described it. It looks like an actual contract, but this one is only for summoning, the contract between the summoner and the one summoned will be verbal. "I have the item that you need to get listed on there as well. That's all you need to worry about when making the contract, the rest of the conditions are up to you

I was about to say that Nova's search this way was useless, but then she suddenly took one of the books and brought it to Harriet. "Look!" she exclaimed. "A few pages were ripped from here." Harriet studied the book for a moment and then turned pale. "I know what Hespera is planning," she said, her voice trembling. "This is an ancient book with summoning rituals. The pages Felix took described a powerful spell that Hespera could use to resurrect one of the most dangerous demons." Nova gasped. "But those kinds of spells need so much energy that it could even cost her life to cast it!"

He leans down and kisses me gently, the complete opposite of the rough fuck we just had. When he pulls away from me, he is smiling. "Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we should find some answers." He states as he pulls a chair of for me before sliding into one himself, grabbing the first book from the pile. "This is one of the first books written about Demonology. It's said to contain information dating back to the first demons and fallen angels." "Okay, so what are we supposed to do, read it?" I ask as I try to open the dusty old book, making a face when it won't open."

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

I’m trying to stall and avoid him from noticing so soon, so I can accomplish it without and disturbance, or without dying. I rushed back to the middle of the bridge, avoiding the steaming hot flesh that coated the mucky, blood, grounds and picked up the oldest and most fragile Dark Spell book Bahm had in his bookshelf. Avoiding this book for a really long while, for it had Hiliana's signature printed on the first page in old English letters, I was worried it would be too much for me to handle, but my sould is also purified by light, unlike his deranged birth mother, but last night I discovered a hidden spell to destroy....

“You summoned us. You have the book. That means you already know everything.” “I… I…” “You know who you are, right, Mr. Lurvine?” Darius asked. “The-the-guardian... The guardian...” “Supernatural, that's right. By dripping your blood onto the book, it will summon a representative of the supernatural,” Darius explained. “All of them?”

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.