Oblivion Best Summons Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Then he looked at us, something unreadable burning behind his eyes. “This,” he said slowly, his voice rough, “isn’t some sick prank This is a summoning.” My chest went cold. Pelin frowned, hugging herself. “Summoning… what?” Aziz shifted his weight, his hair falling into his eyes as he studied the bloody circle. “A Marid. The black kind.” The word was foreign on his tongue, harsh and heavy. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice felt so weak. His gaze flicked to me, holding mine until I felt pinned to the mattress. “A jinn. A supernatural creature from the obsidian dimension. They come in colors—blue, red, black. The black ones are the strongest.”

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.

I was very young to remember, and that’s what has been bothering me right now. “Yes, it will. Where are all these doubts coming from, Agatha?” Mom chastised me. I get it. We have gone a long way to be wary now. Summoning the other species is the first major step in fulfilling the prophecy. We have to let them know it’s now safe for them to come out of hiding, that we can live side-by-side with other species without looking over our shoulders, with no fear. But at the same time, summoning them may attract future threats; the ‘not so friendly’ species may take this as an opportunity to strike, like the ghouls, demons, and djinns. And what about the vampires? Should I also summon them? I took a

- Megan decided, even if she hated that. - She won't be happy. - Her second-in-command pointed out. - She is never happy. But she may know the solution. Who knows how many other werewolves can be like her? We need advice, and we need it now. - Megan stood up, and Martha followed her. From one of the chests, they pulled out a mirror. Megan hoped that she would never have to use it. But desperate times need desperate moves. And she was very desperate right now. Together with Martha, they placed the mirror on the stand, and Megan started chanting the summoning formula.

He was stupefied all of a sudden, but then he doesn't want those following him to notice that he knew of their presence already. "Alright. Tell the others assigned at Kristina's place to be alert as well. I know that Alvin is just around the corner now. I am not his target. It's Kristina. Please asked additional men from your team right now," he immediately commanded his contact. Alvin cannot touch his Queen. He will never be allowed even a single tip of his finger to touch Kristina. He is now calling his two helpers inside his house to be observant and on full alert inside the house.

The arena's floor cracked open, and massive green vines slithered out from the ground, rising like giant snakes. The crowd erupted in cheers, excitement, and applause at Andrew Hasson's appearance, the Son of the Black Eye Mother. He was so ostentatious, but his power was undeniable. He was nearly perfect both physically and magically. Before Maximilian's arrival, he was the one trusted to become my right-hand Beta. In our pack's tradition, each Alpha would have a right-hand Beta of their own. To become a right-hand Beta, they needed to meet two criteria: loyalty and effective attack skills.

“What are you doing?” Andrius could not help but ask when he saw Depravity stop. Depravity said in a low voice, “This is a summoning technique unique to the Four Calamities. It can create a space-time tunnel to summon the others. If I can summon the other three beasts, we can fight those three together. “However, this will take about ten minutes. During that time, I can’t make any moves, or it’ll break the summoning. I’ll have to rely on you.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The way you got in, it seems that your butt had been bitten- and now the one that was missing - Shut up Dylan- Cris let out another growl at the guardian, who stayed behind his alpha's shoulder. Although he wasn't afraid of it, he didn't want to deal with a runaway beta. -Dylan- he heard his alpha call him -ask Louva to come up- The wolf took the position of soldier accepting a mission and disappeared in a few seconds down the stairs.