Demon Summoning Poem Novels & Stories

I can hardly hold onto my thoughts, let alone the pillars full of sand and small stones. The house is dark, eerily silent even for me. The only sounds to be heard outside of our headbutting is the soft snores of a tired Axar. Narius takes over the circle, sick of my shakiness, and I focus on candles and other things. This is our quickest option. Demons of all forms and types can be summoned, even half breeds. The dead or alive can be summoned.

“Speak the tongue of fire and shadow. Call them by name, and they will come.” I lifted my hand, crimson dripping, and let the demon words tear from my throat. “Karveth shuun tal’Vareth… Sorrak ven’thur malaekh… Riv’thar nox Drelkaar!” The forest answered with a shudder. The blood hissed where it hit the soil; black smoke curled up, twisting into shapes. “By blood I bind… by wrath I summon… Rise, Seven! Rise and answer your heir!”

He began to recite a section of the poem word for word. “But first, on earth as vampires sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent Then ghastly haunt thy native place And suck the blood of all thy race There from daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must fee thy livid living corse Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

“I don’t need to win on your terms, brother. The demons have offered me a power you could never understand, one beyond your pathetic sense of loyalty and righteousness.” Olivine raised his hands, and as he began to chant in a harsh, guttural language, the air in the cavern thickened with a dark, oppressive force. Shadows swirled around him, coalescing into a writhing mass that clung to his body, twisting around his arms and legs like living tendrils of ink. A sickly green energy crackled at his fingertips, pulsing with each syllable that fell from his lips, his voice growing louder, a crazed fervor behind every word. “Demons of the Abyss,” Olivine summoned, his voice echoing unnaturally, as

Gretchen stated waving her hand at the fire pit making the fire burn higher. “I call you to rise from hell! I summon you from hell up to this earth. I call upon you! I summon you to stand before me. Puoots... I summon you!” Her voice rose higher echoing through the cave as she chanted. The fire shimmered and cracked like thunder spitting out a two feet fire demon. Its molten lava eyes narrowed at Gretchen as it let out an inhuman wail. Smoke rose from its tiny horns as it looked around accessing any threat.

"Blood magic used to call something. Something powerful and dangerous." "Call what?" Hope asks, though she's afraid she already knows the answer. Dante meets her eyes, and she sees genuine fear there. "The kind of thing that required the blood of dozens of wolves to summon. The kind of thing that was locked away centuries ago for good reason." "What kind of thing?" Sera presses. "A demon," Dante says simply. "Someone is trying to summon a demon. And they're using your Gathering as the sacrifice." Hope stares at the body, at the symbol, at the blood-soaked ground. She thinks about seventeen alphas arriving tomorrow. Two hundred wolves are gathering for a celebration. And a mating ceremony tha

Emphasis on alone. I knew I harbored a demon, it's time for me to embrace it. Demon, what's your name? I asked, not really expecting an answer. I'm one, I'm all, I'm no one. Why do you summon me? The demon's voice reverberated in my head like cackling thunder. I had to hold my head to keep myself from falling off the bed and causing a ruckus. It was still too early to be awake, 3am to be precise.

The power of dark magic, hahaha. The sky laid down a blanket of sadness and darkness as the ninety-nine thousand demons I just summoned arrived in their legions. They are coming, bringing hell along with them, and I don't want to be here when that happens. I summoned yet again my double-headed dragon, Scar, and I rode off on the mighty fire-breathing beast into the dark skies.

She never bluffs uselessly. No. I can't let this opportunity go. I thought as I tried to copy that hymn. 'Aaaaaaaaaaa," I sang from low to high pitch before going to a low pitch again. 'Where the moon lies, the powers I attract, to summon all the evils and good, I call upon the angels. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Summon you all, I command to settle and bow. The peace I bring to the place. I summon you the great powers. Bow down to me. Hmmmmmmm. Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," I sang, turning away from the commotion to concentrate better.

Simone’s voice cut through the chaos, weak but fierce. “Say the words… say the incantation… Alison… now!” I stumbled, the red moon climbing high in the sky, bathing the battlefield in a hellish glow. The earth quaked beneath us. I could feel something ancient, something primal awaken within me. My lips parted. I didn’t even think. I just… spoke. “By the blood of Luna, by the light of the Chosen, I summon the power to break these chains.” I let out a howl.. raw, broken, but filled with every scrap of my soul. The ground trembled, cracks splitting the dirt.