How To Summon Slenderman Novels & Stories

The chanting, the exaggerated theatrics—watching them felt like something straight out of a cheesy wizard tale. She opened her eyes wide, her face emotionless, and flung the limb into the air. A glowing magical circle burst into existence overhead, devouring the limb. Another circle appeared at the ground where, in a flash of orange energy, teacher Blanch reappeared—whole and intact. Only now, a strange mark marred her skin. It was a single eye, etched into her left arm, resembling an Illuminati symbol but slightly altered. It signified true flesh—the part used to summon her. Summoners could only summon living beings by using a piece of their body, provided it wasn’t hair or bodily fluids. T

To the dimly lighted room of a basement where a blowing cold wind from the small open window above and overlooking her from below is somehow whispering, yet warning her in return. Carefully sat down on her chair as she took a deep breath and focus her energy on her goal. She opens the book of spells as she found the perfect ones, she draws a pentagram around the slates and perfectly arranges the trumpet in the middle of the circle. She lighted the candles as she chanted, “Hear these words, hear my cry. Spirit from the other side, come to me. I summon thee, cross now the great divide.” Chanting thrice in the same soft voice and tone, the wind blew harder as the candles are blown out. Closing

The wall she made before was still there but now she needed to create a protective circle and so with her hands down by her sides and her palms wide open, she said, "Syltharion, Aertharum, Pyrthoros, Aquathara, a realm of shield, I summon, guard from unseen, Noltharum, entrance barred, save the one sought, Seratharis" To invoke the spirit, she stood at the center of the circle also how Leon's body was at the center of the circle, and then Ayena raised her hands, her palms facing outward as she called upon the spirit of Leon with words strong, "Spirit or Lonese, hear my plea. And from the realms beyond, I. SUMMON. THEE".

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Then finally, it’s my turn. We close our eyes, and I chant, calling forth the sceptre which can turn any mortal into a deity. It requires four deities to agree and to summon the sceptre. It’s been thousands of years since any of us have had to call it forth. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I will need all the help I can get to defeat Thypon. Above my hand, glittering dark dust begins to form a black sceptre with a larger round red crystal. Once it’s finished, I slowly raise my hand and take it. The others lower their hands and step back.

All he had to do was sell some information and perform a single summoning ritual. “Of course. We have the catalysts here, after all,” the man watching over them responded. “Catalysts? Where are the other ones?” The staff member looked around and got up. He finished pouring his energy reserves onto the spell circle. Just then, a thin blade pierce the summoner from behind. “What are you—?!” Their blood poured onto the gourd. The gourd started to absorb the blood. The summoner could do nothing but scream in agony as he was drained to a husk.

It felt like a solid, impenetrable barrier. A little while later, the shield became invisible, but I could still feel it against my palm. I turned to look at her and saw that she still had her hands, and when she put her hands down, the shield disappeared alongside. Walking back towards us, "To summon the shield, you need to clear your mind of all thoughts and do kinesics techniques in order to transfer the light from your body to your hands. In doing so, you conserve most of the strength and energy it will consume when you summon it directly from your body."

"If it works, hundreds of wolves with Silvercrest blood will hear the call and come to this location, overwhelming the Council through sheer numbers." I looked at Damon across the cell and saw him shaking his head desperately, his eyes begging me not to try something that could kill me. "How do I perform the Calling?" I asked, ignoring Damon's silent plea. "You'll need to cut yourself and let your blood touch stone while speaking the old words, the magic will do the rest if you have the strength to channel it." Elena paused. "But Marina, you need to understand what you're risking, this magic has killed stronger Lunas than you."

“Summon a light.” I drew a shuddering breath, the chill of the air scraping my lungs, and closed my eyes. I didn't picture a star; I reached for the feeling of one—a nascent core of warmth and power deep within my own soul. I coaxed it outward, weaving the threads of my mana together. A sphere of soft, impossible light bloomed in my cupped hands, pulsing with the gentle hues of lavender and pink. It was a piece of me, a defiance against the oppressive gloom. Just as I released it to hover in the air, something smooth and cold as grave dirt coiled around my ankle. Ice flooded my veins, a paralyzing shock that locked my muscles. Before a scream could even form in my throat, I was yanked from m