Oblivion Summon Spells Novels & Stories

Beneath the thin fabric, her full breasts rose and fell rapidly, pink nipples stiff from the cold night air and forbidden excitement. She had come here to gain power. Revenge against the family that disowned her. Knowledge that the church had denied her. The ancient grimoire she stole from the restricted archives lay open before her, its pages stained with old blood. With shaking hands, she completed the circle of black candles and crushed bones. Her voice echoed as she recited the forbidden incantation, mixing Latin with words that burned her tongue. “…By the blood of the fallen, by the seed of the abyss, I summon thee, Azrathor, Lord of the Infernal Flame. Come forth and grant me thy power

He motion the other to attack them, but a light comes out in between that scattered along the surface of the woods. “Stay where you are… Keep preaching.” Cordelia stated. “Audi Lunae dea carmen meum. Malus creatura dormiat in tenebris rt proiicat ea. In globo lucis requelescant.” (Goddess of the moon, hear my spell. Let the evil creature sleep in darkness and cast them away.Let them rest in a ball of light.) Lazarus could not believe what he saw. Her kin fell to the ground and lost consciousness and deeply asleep. The lights that wrapped around their body suddenly appeared in his sight.

People were confused about the happenings as things like this has never happened before, She raised her right hand to the sky this time, her eyes has turned to red as her body shook in terror "I Princess Shebba of Harlet Moon Pack Reject you Eden Arastol as my mate, I strip myself of every mate bond and connection I have with you, I reject you a thousand times" She ended dangerously and brought down her hand. Pain shook through me as I felt electrocuted, I fell on my knees in pain, as the mate bond stripped and left my body. Only my groans can be heard. My face was forcefully held up, as I look to see its the Betta's daughter

Now that the elderly witch was gone, Levy was once again back to square one as she did not how and what power she needed to use to get this orb out of the seven gold rings. “ Everion!” She chanted a spell with a flick of her hand as she drew the array in the air. The array glowed with a brilliant white light and a silverly white beam targeted the orb, seeing this, Levy thought that the spell which she found after much research had worked only for it to suddenly splutter and flicker before vanishing into thin air while the orb remained as it was without even a scratch on its surface. Levy stared at the shiny orb and then sighed before rolling on the ground, her head lying next to the orb whic

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

The mage then raised his staff once more and said strange words into the air. Dorin's eyes widen as he recognized the words. "A summoning spell!" he gasped. The ground around them shook as golems with flaming eyes emerged from the earth. They rushed at Dorin, their rocky arms outstretched, trying to catch him in their deadly grip. Dorin glided in the air, his lightning dancing around him, striking at the golems whose chunks fell and returned to the earth, but even without limbs, they continue to chase him, standing on top of the other to reach his height.

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.

Then Liberus shouted, “Are you listening to me? Or are you trembling knowing that your opponent possess such powerful relic?” Now is not the time to know the spells written in his Relic. I must attack first. “Let the scorching hell rise and burn everything above. Turn everything to ashes. Hell Fire Eruption!” He was shocked seeing the flames starting to rise from the grounds. He opened the book and start to chant, “Darkness will rise and devour everything, bring them into an endless darkness, Dark Void!” After he chanted those words, a huge void of darkness appeared from the ground and moved towards me it sucked everything it touches even my spell was sucked in. I tried to search for a count

The ground around Elias ignited with golden symbols, stretching outward like a summoning circle. All across the battlefield, supernatural creatures lifted their heads. The glyphs pulsed in their blood. The command had been given. Arise. From forests, mountains, skies, and shadowed rivers, beings once hidden in legend came forward. “Dorian,” Lucian said lowly. “It’s happening.” Dorian nodded, steel-eyed. “He’s calling them.” Kairis stepped forward. “He’s summoning everyone.” And at the center, Elias rose. His eyes were glowing with an unnatural light, silver and gold fused together, divine power roaring through his veins. The glyphs etched into the air behind him pulsed once more, and a singl

Behind her mind, as the seconds tick and perfectly dive into the perfect moment, one of them screams in pain. Drawing a cunning smile as she still bears her perfect act looking like she is stunning in a frozen shock. The familiar crimson color illuminated unto the ground, as the mark and the pentagram of summoning spell paves for the warmth and flame that circled in each line and drawn symbols of the gate. Wherein the voice she misses to hear and the warmth she covets commands. “Rise from ashes and reclaim your flame, I summon thee!” ONE TWO THREE