Demon Summoning Poem Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Josiah, aside from continually summoning malevolent spirits and ghosts, appeared to have no other potent means at his disposal. Just as Adrian assumed that Josiah had exhausted his arsenal of tricks, the elder silently recited a mantra within his heart. This mantra emanated an eerie and ominous aura as if originating from the depths of hell itself. He summoned the spirits of the long-deceased to return to the mortal realm. Simultaneously, his demeanor took on a sinister and unsettling aspect as he softly intoned the chant. Gradually, those present began to notice a potent force emanating from the Demon's Box just behind Josiah. With its emergence, the demonic energy within the vic

Then at that moment, we would avenge his death. My blood rushed instantly, knowing that I have the knowledge to summoned the demon. I had the power to prove the guilty party who is truly at fault. And even the month timing was right for the summoning of the crawlers demon. It needed to be done soon, or we need to wait it out until next year. I quickly gathered all the necessary ingredients, and prepare the red candles. The summoning circle was drawn, the offering was placed, the copper seal was prepared. Then moments later I was chanting the old language, and started my ritual.

They arranged the ritualist's artifacts: the candles made from the Eclipse Demon's rib, a chalice filled with a dark liquid, and a ceremonial dagger annoyed by the Eclipse Demon itself. As the Lunar apex was reached, illuminating the surroundings with an otherworldly radiance, Kael and Marcus intaited the summoning. They chanted in unison, their voices rising as they continued chanting the words. They chanted it for almost an hour, as they invoked the Eclipse Demon's name. The atmosphere changed suddenly, causing an electric sense of foreboding. They kept calling the Eclipse Demon's name. They'd continue like that until it appears, their voice must not be lowered or fluctuate. They must cont

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

"We have five minutes. I'm going to cloak the bridge with this scent. If it doesn't work, it's because one of these scents already exist in Hell!" She stands and clasp her hands together, and with closed eyes she bends down, tossing each piece of ingredients as she walks around the bridge chanting in her head. Two minutes go by, and I most definitely got a whiff of the very first demon coming three minutes away. "It didn't work, ones already coming this way." I told her. “Ugh!! Come on! I won’t die!”

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

“But what about you? You can’t…” “Go!” I commanded, the word barely a whisper. Alone now, I dragged my bloodied hand across the ground, tracing ancient runes in the blood beneath me. The Lunar Flame, old as the moon itself, forbidden by every realm, stirred in my veins. I had studied the scrolls in secret, knowing one day it might demand this sacrifice. “By blood and will,” I intoned, my voice gaining strength from the power uncoiling inside me, “I summon thee, Lunar Flame. Purge the darkness. Burn away the shadow that devours us all.”

Now I was broke, alone, and watching my dreams die in real-time. So yeah. Demon summoning it was. “Okay, Grandma,” I muttered, striking a match. “If you were right about anything, please let it be this.” I lit the black candles at each point of the pentagram, read the Latin words I didn’t understand, and pricked my finger to add three drops of blood to the center of the circle. The instructions said to state my desire clearly. “I want revenge,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. “I want Tate to suffer for what he did to me. I want my career back, my reputation restored. I want—”

It took the demon whole five minutes to pull itself from the ground. Silence rained down on the clearing. All three of us stared at the clouded crimson eyes that stared at us. The demon sighed and ran a hand through his black waist length hair. Lisa's grip tightened on my arm as she whispered, "Holy shit." My mouth fell open slightly as disbelief clouded my eyes. I actually summoned a demon!? I mean... it was to be expected but the fact that it was actually done was mind blowing! I've never summoned a demon before! I've never even seen one in real life until now!

Meanwhile, the candle light flared and the place began to glow in an eerie yellow light that made our shadows look larger than life. The two men began to chant loudly as the candle light flickered, becoming bright one second and going dull the next. Clarissa threw me a worried look but I was stuck…quite literally. I saw Yesmir whisper something to Clarissa who nodded her head frantically. “In the name of the Lord of Demons and Darkness, and in the name of all that is unholy and wicked, I call thee, O Great demon of the realm of wrath, upon this place. Arrive”