Harry Potter Summons Demons Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Yes, but with short distances like this, it’s not a problem.” “What about teleporting? Can you do that?” “Can demons do that?” “How would I know?” I shot back. He chuckled, burying his face in my neck. “You’d think she’d have learned something from living with one for months now.” I sent my elbow into his side, but he didn’t so much as wince. “She hasn’t. Said demon has been preventing her from learning about demons.” “The books aren’t accurate. They even spelled my name wrong.”

She took a deep breath and began to speak. "Grace, I have to tell you something," Olivia started. "Something that I've been keeping from you for a while now. And I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to believe." Grace looked up at her friend, noticing the worry etched on her face. "What is it, Liv?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned. Olivia took another deep breath and plunged ahead. "I... I summoned a demon, Grace. His name is Azazel, and he appeared in my room a few days ago."

He didn't even made a blink or dared to opened his eyes but his jaws was appearing. He seemed like mad but he was only holding his temper. Damon wasn't contented to the little wound he did to his nephew but he begun to strike him again. This time he used his fire ball also to hit his eyes. It made a huge impact to Thamer who was still under the soul of his demons. He felt his eyes got struck by him so he quickly peeled it opened and like the power of cyclops, he shoot Damon with his eyes. Damon was save again and he used his spell to summoned his six demons under his black magic.

“What kind of beings do these witches summon?” Her grim expression tightened the knots in my stomach. “Demons.”

“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

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

I barely held in a moan. "No!" Fay shouted next to me suddenly and I was pulled back by my shoulders, before he could take hold of me. Elyse blew one of the candles out and the man disappeared within a second. I fell back against Fay whilst a loud roar was heard from the demon, which was cut off a second later. We were silent for a whole ten seconds before we all exploded in shouts. "What the fuck just happened!?" - Elyse "Oh my god we actually summoned him!" - Anna

His beautiful white hair...under the moonlight was the only thought in her head. The incident which occurred was mind wrecking, to say the least. A weak teenager like herself awakened a blessing. And most importantly, fought toe to toe with a demon. Although it might have been a low-level demon, she did well for a beginner. She was one step closer to her newfound goal, eliminating every single creature of hell. After the incident, Sarah wanted to question who the man was. They had coincidentally bumped into each other twice and on that same day, witnessed him kill a demon with hardly any effort at all.