Demon Summoning Poem Novels & Stories

They all deserved to pay. When I was done drawing the rune, I spilled my blood all over it and decided to put all my energy in it. I had nothing to lose. I had already lost everything and I would make them feel as helpless as I was feeling. "Goddess of Darkness! God of Demons, I summon thee and offer you my blood. I am yours to use as you see fit. All I ask is that you bring back Damien, Hecate and I in another life so that I can destroy them all!" I concluded.

The necromancy magic obeys, and I know there will be a cost for summoning this kind of power. I was essentially making a deal with death, to animate the unliving. Like the green mist that formed, my magic rises like black dust, twisting and turning, searching for something to latch onto. Rapidly, one by one it finds the echoes, turning the hazy green figures into dark corporeal beings, altering their state. ‘Kill the demons, kill the demons’ they chant, the wind carrying their words for all to hear. Like a sweeping storm, they cross the hazy terrain, unfazed by the thunder and lightning that crash around us.

“Things that can interest a demon are really hard to come by. A demon has to feed so using a human as bait could work. They loves the scent of blood too. A person bleeding out in the night defenselessly can ignite the demon’s predator instincts. Predators are drawn to weak prey, a prey that they can take down without exerting themselves. You can also summon them using a ritual but I don’t think it’ll work this time.” “Why do u say that?” Tara asked. “It is because you can’t summon a demon that was summoned. It already has a master. The person that summoned it.” Lupa started. “There’s no way to draw out the person that summoned the demon so it’s easier to lure the demon out. We’re going to ne

I need to be able to summon and control them. Nozomi closed her eyes and tried to recall her experience of summoning the army of monsters. She slowly placed her hands flat on the floor. ‘What was it again? Gates of the abyss? Sea of darkness? I summon thee?” Nozomi frowned. ‘Oh, just come forth, dark ones. Lend me your power. I need you.’ As the words flowed more naturally, she could focus better on her imagery. Suddenly, her arm was caught in a tight grip and her eyes flew open.

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.

my demons said. Aiden moves back in fear. Dagon and sathanas are my demons. They have no body , they are just like a shadow . An ordinary human can't see them. The most powerful demon I possess is abaddon meaning destroyer. I only summon him when things get bloody. Once he's out no one can stop him. My demon started laughing. "Seriously Damien, did you actually summon us to fight with cockroaches". Dagon said. One thing I hate about them is they are disobedient and playful. They refuse to go when their work is done.

Her name pressed against the back of his teeth like a curse he wanted and refused to speak in the same breath. Apollo’s hands shook. He tightened his fingers around the curve of the stone that ended the armrest. His claws embedded themselves into the stone, hard enough that molten cracks split through the stone beneath his fingers. The throne itself creaked in protest, the flames dancing higher and hotter around him, only increasing his burning need. “Bring me someone,” he growled. The shadows in the corners stirred. A shape materialised — a demon attendant, tall and silent, with curling horns and a bowed head. “What… form shall I summon, my lord?”

Val and Damona gasped and were completely stunned. “Maybe your chant isn't strong enough. I can try to summon Kyrios.” Demonise uttered and walked towards Sabrina, then reached for the staff. My sisters looked at Demonise with a hopeful expression. Demonise chants a summoning spell. “Hear me out. Let my voice be heard in the deep abyss of darkness and hear my request. I shall command the spirit of the dragon devourer, Kyrios, to hear my plea and come to me. I summoned you!” After my sister chanted, the staff remained motionless. That time, my sisters broke into tears. Everyone was at a loss for words, except me because I’m everyone’s ray of hope.

One slip into my full demon nature and the barrier would shatter like glass. The dagger felt heavy in my hand as I pricked my thumb, letting three drops of blood fall onto the salt circle. The reaction was immediate. The candle flames leaped higher, casting writhing shadows across the ceiling. The air grew thick and oppressive, like the moment before a thunderstorm breaks. "I call upon the demon of divination," I spoke the words in the old tongue, the language of my birth realm. "Keeper of truths and lies, seer of past and future. I summon you to this circle by right of blood and binding."

A suppressing darkness aura surrounded the Mana Tree densely. “Finally, the day I've been waiting for has arrived. Black Grim Reaper, open the rip of dimensions wider,” Leonard said with a savage smile. The Black Grim Reaper swung its scythe with tenfold force. Leonard cut his veins and splashed his blood into the dimensional rips made by the Black Grim Reaper, and then he started the demon summoning ritual in Demonic Language while spreading his arms. “My Demon Father, Asmoday Hallowed be your name, Your kingdom come,