Oblivion Summon Spells Novels & Stories

The circle's edges flared, creating cascading waves of golden light that collided with tendrils of dark purple energy, blending and clashing in a mesmerizing display. The room trembled under the spell. The candles were extinguished one by one as the power Zavian summoned grew. His voice grew louder, reverberating off the walls as the spell reached its apex. "Velora shan, era'than ral'ora. Nyssa voreth, tu'lal celeste. In myrithan vel'alas... Ith'lamor solai!"

"Legacy bolsters eternal potions links coordinate wise echoes tempt resist use?" Alexander circled holo alpha-command posture predatory storm pressure subtle assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies amplified probe tonight voluntary bind unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank distractions howl. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary mingle. Lira guide branches visions warn tempts clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals restitution. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight secure. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist legacy. Violet signal retreat forge new without devour."

"Spirits of insight, lend us your sight. Grant us vision beyond the veil, pierce the darkness and bring forth the light. By the sacred flame that burns within, show us the way to the one who orchestrates this sinister game. Sercleah Veltarastia." I whispered a prayer under my breath, my fingers tightly intertwined. "Elemental forces, I call upon you now. Earth, air, fire, and water, lend us your strength. Unleash your power and reveal the hidden threads of deception. By the earth beneath our feet and the winds that carry our pleas, expose the puppeteer who pulls the strings. Eortha, Aero, Fȳr, and Waeter, aid us on our quest. Sibbe Secgengetan!"

With it I discovered a spell to summon the king of the crossroads. With the blood of a crow, I drew a wide circle on the ground, marking a boundary. I poured salt into a bowl, staining it with my blood. Next I added into the bowl the crushed skull of crows. All this was required for my summoning spell to work. I began chanting. "Impericus livicúm omnis ímmúndus no spiritus infernaus satanica fer reh nahi…" I chanted in old greek tongue, lighting up a single match stick and dumping it into the bowl.

"You understand what this means. Once done, there is no going back." "That’s the point." My heartbeat thundered. Not from fear, but anticipation. Freedom dangled on the edge of a blade. "Begin," I said. Lydia's voice turned guttural, possessed. "By oath unbound, by bond undone, by moon forsaken and blood outrun—I summon the severance." I dropped to my knees inside the circle. Pain. Not physical, not yet. But my wolf howled the moment the spell brushed our shared soul.

I continued, feeling the energy building around us as the spell took hold. With each word, the mist began to swirl and shift, the boundaries of the spirit world growing fainter with every passing moment. I could feel Selene's hand in mine, her presence a comforting anchor in the midst of the swirling chaos. "Tenebras et lucem, vitam et mortem, conjugemus," I concluded, pouring all of my focus and determination into the final invocation. And then, with a final surge of energy, the world around us seemed to shimmer and fade, replaced by a blinding light that engulfed us both. For a moment, we were suspended in time, enveloped by the brilliance of the spell.

All of the devils stood silently, their eyes fixed on the devil speaking the spell. The devil had cast a powerful summoning spell, calling upon the forces of Light and Darkness to do his bidding. He had conjured up ten minions, each representing one of the ten different aspects of his will. And the fight begins. Zack and Violet were fighting well, but the sheer number of devils meant that they were quickly becoming overwhelmed.

"Vitam aeternam, doce mihi, lux perpetua. Lux solis invoco, exuro tenebras, ut ambulem inter lumen et umbram. Sol inter lucem et vitam me revocet." A gust of wind suddenly swept through the room, causing the pages of the books to flutter and the curtains to dance. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, accompanied by a deafening crackling sound. The room seemed to shimmer and distort as if reality itself was being warped and manipulated by the forces I had summoned. I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins as if the very essence of the spell was taking hold of me. The air crackled with anticipation, and I could sense the power building around me.

As Caroline laid out the spell’s components—a circle of salt, a basin of water infused with moonlight, and two thin strands of silver thread—Olivia reached for Ralph’s hand. His fingers laced with hers, warm and steady. “If anything goes wrong—” he started. She squeezed his hand. “Then we fight our way back. Together.” His jaw tensed, but he nodded. Caroline knelt before them, placing the silver threads in their palms. “Close your eyes.” Olivia did. The moment the spell activated, a sudden pull yanked her forward, like being dragged underwater— And then everything went black. When Olivia opened her eyes, she was somewhere else.

A circle of robed figures surrounded her, their bodies swaying in synchronized rhythm, their mouths spilling ancient incantations that made the air thicken and pulse. Fire curled in their hands—not red, not orange—but a deep violet laced with ink-black shadows, each flame a heartbeat of corruption. My skin crawled. This was no ordinary spell. It was summoning. Something was being pulled through the veil, something ancient and hungry. But it wasn’t just Selene’s power they were using—it was her very soul. Her essence was the anchor. The key. And I feared they had already turned it. Then I saw him. Sebastian.