Oblivion Best Summons Novels & Stories

However, not all of them were under his control; some were merely temporarily summoned using soul-binding techniques. The training practices of Scarlet Summit involved capturing and subjugating ghosts, a method inherently sinister and akin to demonic practices. It could be argued that such methods were indeed malevolent. The members of Scarlet Summit spared no effort in capturing even the souls of ghosts and monsters in their relentless pursuit of power, rendering them among the most malevolent entities in the world.

He clenched his fist and glared daggers at Allamadin. "If you want to save your mother, give me the five stones of life!" Allamadin demanded and grinned menacingly. Luna and Leena gritted their teeth and clenched their fists as they glared at Allamadin sharply. However, they were surprised when the number of demons in front of them suddenly increased. It was Luvian that summoned them again. Demons looked at the magic users in rage. That includes King Ramon and Prince Ezekiel. Everyone thought demons had died in the explosion, but few of them were still alive because of Luvian. He manages to summon them back in time before the explosion.

"So, you do know you're oblivious, huh?" When he turned around, all the gentleness vanished from his face. He looked coldly into the hidden camera and said, "Nora Lane, Susan Summers, since you dared to lay a hand on my fiancee, I believe you are ready to become an enemy of my family and me." Bodyguards wearing full black surged out and surrounded the two of them. Nora's face turned pale and she looked to my family for help. They turned away in disappointment, not wanting to look at her again. Susan's legs gave out as she collapsed to the floor. She had only wanted to drive me away because she was jealous.

It's handwritten on thick, cream-colored cardstock, the penmanship immaculate and sharp. Liviel. Vampire awakener. 99.28% purity. Combat rating: A-. Unaffected by sunlight. Superior night mobility. Proposes continued team affiliation through graduation. Terms: Negotiable. I read it twice. Liviel is leaning back in the seat next to me, staring at the ceiling and pretending she isn't holding her breath. Then there's Chloe. Her application is direct, listing her divine manifestation—a golden belt that amplifies desire and builds devotion. It's a power set that includes direct communication through dreams.

I shook my head at the memory of last life's misery. "No," I said. "We still have advantages this time." Rachel rolled her eyes. "They've locked us up. We can't fight them, we can't run. What advantage do we have?" I tapped her shoulder and leaned in close. "In our previous life, we were kept in the dark. But this time, we know exactly what Robbie and Ned want, don't we? And I remember clearly: after the wedding party, we didn't register the marriage. Why don't we use that to our advantage?"

"Cheerful. What else?" "Banishment requires the blood of the summoner, a silver blade blessed by moonlight, and the complete reversal of the summoning ritual." Connor looks up. "We'd need to identify who's orchestrating this, capture them alive, and perform a counter-ritual at the exact moment of summoning. Timing would be critical—minutes too early or too late, and it fails." "So we need perfect information, perfect timing, and perfect execution. No pressure." "There's more. The Devourer grants temporary power to its summoner during the ritual. Enhanced strength, magical abilities, near-invulnerability. Fighting them will be nearly impossible."

The quiet is still a liar. But we've learned to lie back. The scars began to sing. Rhydian's new latticework of silver threads hummed at night, a sound like wind through dead leaves. At first, we thought it a remnant of the ritual-the Dusk Mother's trapped essence murmuring in its prison. But when the wolves started sleepwalking, drawn to the grove to carve Rhydian's scars into the earth with their claws, Isolde's voice shook for the first time in decades. "It's a **summons**. And whatever's calling doesn't live in the Veil."

Each hummed softly, vibrating in a way that set Sierra’s teeth on edge. “Place the stone in the centre of the summoning circle when your name is called,” Nivah instructed. “Your bond—if it forms—will be instantaneous. Remember, not all spirits manifest immediately. Some take… longer.” She didn’t look at Sierra when she said it. She didn’t have to. Sierra’s throat tightened, her chest constricting like iron bands. She knew how this would go. She knew before she even touched the stone. How it always went.

"Lyra's just an ordinary Omega, she..." Elarah pulled out a silver, crescent-shaped pendant. It glowed with a mysterious light in the moonlight. "This is her royal sigil. She dropped it. Only those of Moonshadow royal blood can activate its power." The pendant pulsed faintly in her hand, and the ancient, majestic power it gave off made my wolf instincts want to submit. "Impossible..." I muttered. Elarah sneered. "And that viper, Seraphina. She set up 99 failed marking attempts. Every time she fainted, it was an act. And you, you fell for it every single time!"

I bit my lips and continued to crawl until I was harshly turned over, the warriors set me on my knees and every drive in me was lost, all hope because I knew what was coming. “Hmm, she already looks half dead,” Lexi's voice pierced the air filled with disgust. The Crimson blood never let the banished souls to live, they believe they would be betrayed once they are out of the pack. They also didn't believe in mercy against heinous crimes that had been committed, which was the reason behind their strength, they were the strongest pack in the last century. And they were about to do the same thing to me. Torian grabbed my jaws and forced me to look at him, my vision however was blurry from how m