Oblivion Summon Spells Novels & Stories

I answer shyly. “Your siren abilities will not work on Alpha Kyle, sweetie. The demonic powers from the Leviathan spirit will block your probing. Even if you have truly ascended to your peak, and have full use of your witch’s powers, you won’t ever be able to read his mind,” Rhia explains.

-Patrick whispers materializing next to me. Yolie has turned her back to us and is disinterestedly contemplating the gigantic moon. Zeus! She looks so sexy, in that totally see-through white dress, slowing me a clear wiew of the contours of her rounded buttocks. I glance at Patrick, who frowns in confusion. — I require your help old friend. - I explain, placing my hand on his shoulder. — What is required, my Lord? — Vim veneficae in gemini passione et in luce lunae excitandis. - I recite the phrase that is written on the cover of the Grimoire.

“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 our kind, we always try and go get better and stronger summons, which leads to death at a much earlier age than should be.” “How many can you have at once?” Venya asked. Besides Rex, she seemed to be the only other interested person. Everyone else had begun to eat, Dilo quite loudly at that as she pushed large ham chunks into her mouth, and was unbelievably able to fit bread into the sam

Turning toward Raven, then to Lyra, the scholar’s voice lowered, filled with quiet conviction, “But precisely because of those limitations, it’s even more suitable. The purpose of the array is not for invasion or war, it’s for connection. It allows Alpha Raven and Luna Lyra to be together, while still leading their own packs.” As his words ended, silence once again filled the chamber. The Ivyshade elders exchanged glances, heavy with contemplation. The scholars weren’t lying. During the expedition to the eternal snows of Arvani in search of the Thanorite antidote, Blood Moon’s warriors had returned not only with the Glacialis Herba, but with a priceless ancient artifact: an aged leather-boun

The altar of the desperate and the damned. The forest of Lunaris were also useful because it was connected to the infernal lock. The demon summoning required more power than I'd used in decades. I cut deep into my palm and let the blood flow freely onto the stones. The wound hissed and steamed where it touched the rock. "Lords of the Burning Deep," I called out in the old tongue. "Masters of Claw and Fang and Endless Hunger. I call on one. I offer you a bargain." The air around me grew thick and sulfurous. The temperature dropped until my breath misted in front of my face. Something vast and terrible was listening.

I fired back. "Okay, I understand!" Sturbridge paused and the pounding on the door became more severe. "The spirits of dizziness. You are the goddess's daughter, you can summon any of the spirits." "How do I summon them?" I asked eagerly. "Just repeat this loudly. Hayjozzy, the spirit of dizziness, I summon you and your subjects to attack my enemies!" he relayed while I kept watching his mouth. "I summon you, Hayjozzy and your subjects, attack my enemies!" I called out loudly but nothing happened.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

The words of the spell flowed freely from my lips. “By the forces of the moon and the stars, I summon the spirits of darkness. Hear my plea, pay heed to my command. I call forth destruction upon Alpha Hendrix! Render his powers useless by the great powers of my ancestors. Let him lose his strength. Bring his life to an end! I call forth destruction upon Ashley Kim! Let her lose her mind. Extinguish her life completely, by my will!”

"Aria is in danger!" Ollin's face was drained of color. He knew better than anyone the consequences of using that spell. Their family's head had warned them time and again that this art was only to be used when death was unavoidable. Landon's expression darkened as he stepped forward, but Aria's voice sounded calmly in his ear. "I'll handle him." Aria's calm voice steadied the crowd. "How dare you flaunt such a pitiful trick before me?" Aria flicked her wrist, and a plaque appeared in her hand—the long-unused Soul-Summoning Plaque, a relic capable of commanding spirits.

It crouched, the muscles in its haunches bunching for a lethal pounce. "No!" I hissed. The Soul Erosion flared, a cold fire lancing through my veins. I didn't care about the Author's warnings. I didn't care about the script. I reached into the void of my moon magic, pulling from the dark, cold center of the Duskbane lineage. "Summon: Mors Aeterna!" The cobblestones groaned. A fissure of pure, obsidian shadow ripped open beneath my feet. I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone.