My Summons Are All Gods Novels & Stories

Jayden provoked. “Two trees?” Jeremiah chuckled, “I’m sorry Jayden, but you were mistaken, I didn’t summon only two trees…” All of sudden the entire forest began to roar as the echoes bring horror to the brothers. “What was that?” Carson asked, while his eyes were wandering around only to find the trees around him began to move. “I summoned the entire forest as my armies… every single tree in this forest has become alive and bowed to my will,” said Jeremiah with a smug face, “And they will bring justice for the sin that you’ve done thirteen years ago.”

She was not going to let them do this to her. Slowly, she stood up and turned to Merlin, ‘Mother Earth Hear your daughter call, Give me thy power It's my time to stand tall, Sun and moon I summon what's mine I am the Hybrid A Deity Divine Pure of a heart That beats so true Blessed by the Goddess I take now my Due

No. Not me. Not again. I shoved the thought away, pulling myself back to the present. Ares was staring at me like I held every answer he needed and every danger he feared. “What was that?” he demanded. “What did we just fight?” I swallowed the truth. If I said it aloud now, Aria would break. Ares would rupture. And the goddess would rip the world open with her bare hands. So I offered the part-truth instead. “A summoning attempt,” I said. “Incomplete. Crude. But powerful.”

The runes on her body ignited with divine fury. She called upon the Hollowborn. One by one, spirits emerged. Not shadows—but luminous echoes. Mothers, warriors, priests, and seers. The line of her blood, unbroken. They formed a circle around her, their presence emboldening the air. "We rise together," she whispered. And the air caught flame. The Elders screamed as their summoning unraveled. The god recoiled, sensing a greater power. Isabella stepped into the circle, her voice now echoing with every Hollowborn before her.

The god pointed at me. “Elara Vale. Luna of Stormbane. Blood of the Betrayer. You have awakened a power that cannot be contained.” I swallowed hard, shaking. “Then why summon me?” The god’s voice echoed with wrath and wonder. “Because your war has reached the heavens.” They turned to Darian. “You were forbidden to return.” “I don’t answer to you,” he hissed. “Then you’ll answer to her.” The god looked back at me—and vanished. The portal closed.

POV: DORIAN The summons comes on black vellum, sealed with the sigil of the Veiled Ones — the council of gods who ruled before mortals learned to pray to others. It is not a request. It is a recall. Return to the Hall of Veils. Your oath is overdue. The words bleed power. Not mortal magic, but the kind that seeps into bone and makes it ache. Even as I read them, I can hear the echo of my younger self answering such summons without hesitation, kneeling on the obsidian floors of the Hall like an obedient son.

Only a few beings in the world can summon her and the rest that her spirit animal decides that she needs to see always come her to her study. “Alright, let us ignore me for now. That is not the real reason why we are here in the first place.” Bethany said and chalked down her disappointment. “What do you know about the death angels and how powerful are they?” Bethany asked. In that instant, Elaine realized that the being that was summoning her was the Arch agent of death, Lord Kalta. This was why she felt so weird. Adonis by being a son of his father was also the previous Lord and since Adonis and Kalta are enemies, her body was rejecting Kalta's call.

But it seemed that he was going to have to do it the hard way. “I guess were going to have to do things differently,” he said. Ares grinned widely. “A summons?” He nodded. The other werewolf rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. “Oh, this should be fun.” A summons was an enchantment that tethered a mate to the other. One that made a tattoo appear on their skin, alerting them of the mating bond. It burned until the mate came to find theirs. And if Nora was going to run from him, and lie to him, he’d just make it so that she had to come find him instead.

Venya asked, her eyes narrowed in concentration from searching her memory, “I remember reading about summoners in our library.” “That is the gist of it yes,” Kiri replied. “Still sounds like necromancy,” Rex muttered, “Summoning defeated foes and such.” “Ah my dear, that is where we differ,” Kiri replied, nodding at Horken to begin dishing out boiled eggs, ham chunks and bread slices. “I do not raise the dead foe, I am able to summon that type of enemy, just one, and if killed or sent away, when I summon it again, their skin colour, gender and skill types will be different to the previous. They are also stuck at the skill level of that defeated foe as well, that’s why there aren’t many of ou