Demon Summoning Poem Novels & Stories

Behind her mind, as the seconds tick and perfectly dive into the perfect moment, one of them screams in pain. Drawing a cunning smile as she still bears her perfect act looking like she is stunning in a frozen shock. The familiar crimson color illuminated unto the ground, as the mark and the pentagram of summoning spell paves for the warmth and flame that circled in each line and drawn symbols of the gate. Wherein the voice she misses to hear and the warmth she covets commands. “Rise from ashes and reclaim your flame, I summon thee!” ONE TWO THREE

She was aware that her physique would be compromised by releasing so much of her powers, but this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. In the midst of Ridoom's convulsions, a stinking green vapour poured from her mouth, and her eyes disintegrated, leaving only the empty sockets behind. When the demon's internal organs exploded, the contents were vomited in the form of black liquid. There was a pool of this substance surrounding the body. These are the rotten organs decomposing because of Poisson’s poison. The poisonous demon, could not sing victory yet, the two most powerful demons were still alive. And unfortunately, it would take some time for the poison and its powers to be generated

“Maybe I’ll keep her once she has given birth to my children. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a pet. Or maybe I’ll sell her off, let someone else put that pretty cunt to good use.” The demon stood back, leaning down to pick Kade up, tossing him away like a piece of rubbish. Burning red eyes turned on the fallen-angel who was still trying to complete the summoning spell. A cruel laugh echoed through the room as Dante walked over the bodies of fallen fighters from both sides. His amusement was only tempered by his rage and the feral glint in his eyes. “Do you honestly think a pathetic summoning spell will stop me?” He growled. “I’ve been planning for this moment for years, Lucien. Don’t y

Weary ye shall be, Seeking redemption Like a bat, Blind in the day, Never to walk the earth in the morn Or ye shall burn A living dead, Bloodsucking monster, Causing the heart of your beloved to bleed In the turmoils of Hades Never to return!~~ Poem written by Afeare Adesuwa ~~~~~~ "I'm sorry, master." Dracula shivered, rushing down to bow. "It's not what you think?"

Byron heard a sniffling noise from behind him, and in his mind the demon girl had her head in the air, attempting to scent track like a bloodhound. He wondered if that was a good sign or a bad one and realized he had no way of telling. Everything has gone topsy-turvy. He thought to himself. “Clever,” The demon sneered. “Very clever. Which one of you summoned the seraph?” “Not me,” Byron grunted. “I don't even know what a seraph is.”

Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands. Zack pulls me close as the creature approaches, but I fight my way free, stepping closer to the Demon. I won't get the information I wanted but I won't let him hurt us, either. "May light prevail over evil as we stand strong and rebuke you, Demon! I banish you back to hell...forever!" I shout, understanding every word I just said again in Latin.

When Xavier reached down, he took the form of the devil and reached the place where people met their fate. "Father," Xavier called out, looking at the figure who was eating a newborn demon. "You are late. I don't understand why Demons are so fascinated with humans, have even ignored my summon," Bael roared with fury. Xavier looked down and paid respect. "I was busy with something," Xavier replied. "Yes, all of you are busy making humans. Where is he? I asked you to make him come back to hell," Bael added with similar rage, bringing up the reason, why had he summoned Xavier.

The demon turned his head with a scowl when his left eye twitched, “What the heck is this now…?” A blinding light burned the night as if it was day. All eyes watched in awe as the demon's shadow was consumed by the light. The demon narrowed his eyes with annoyance and raised his hand to summon his shadow. ‘THUMP! THAP! THWACK!’ They both fell on the debris a second later. Laylin's eyes were fixed on the moon and then fell on her husband's trembling body but the demon was too enraged as he flailed about trying to summon his shadow in vain

Murmurs ripple through the crowd, but they fall silent as I raise my hand for attention. “We have faced countless foes and emerged victorious. And we shall do so again,” I declare, my gaze sweeping over the assembled warriors. “Prepare yourselves, for the battle ahead will test our strength and unity like never before. But we are demons! We are forged in fire and darkness, destined to reign supreme!” A roar of approval rises from the warriors, their fierce loyalty to their young king clear in their fervent cries. I raise my hand once more, signaling for silence as I lock eyes with each demon in the room.

I push off the ground, grabbing the paper and springing back to my feet. “Mater et luna voco,” I start to read, and the demons let out a shriek. They know what’s coming and I enjoy the hell out of this each and every time. “Redde unde exierunt,” I go on, voice growing louder. “Cinis cinerem. Pulvis sunt pariter!” I yank a crystal from around my neck and throw it down at the demons’ feet right as I finish reciting the spell. It sparks, sending a wave of magic into the air, and incinerating the demons into nothing more than a pile of ash.