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His question was intended for Zarah. “Yes. A simple black magic ritual can summon demons.” “What?” Theia and Nora asked in unison. “How did we not know about this?” Walker asked. “Everyone knows, except you.” I stole a glance at him. “Then what’s the use of that book?” he asked again.

It was not like I was afraid, but I seemed anxious to see more of the book. “I never knew this kind of thing existed here,” Andrian commented with a tone painted with awe and bewilderment. “Same here.” I nodded slightly with my gaze fixed on the book in my hand. I flipped another page of it because, after what was written on the previous page, there was nothing more. “Wow!” I exclaimed, seeing the next thing that stunned me. Learn to summon a red ball of fire by learning to concentrate your energy in your hand. After that, there was nothing more on the page. I turned to the next page, which creased and wrinkled at my touch.

"Have you read these books? I mean, have you read every page of each one?" "No, although I have learned quite a bit from it." The two men widen their eyes. "But what's going on anyway? Why are they reacting this way?" They both go into a deep silence, thinking about the best way to start the subject. The dark-haired demon points with his finger to the black-covered book. "That is a Grimoire of Dark Magics. You probably used some spell from here to summon me." Then he points to the other volume, the gray-covered one.

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

"That’s not ours." I followed them outside. The horizon burned faintly gold with the first light of dawn—but above it, clouds were forming, swirling unnaturally, pulling toward a single point in the distance. The air vibrated, low and rhythmic, like the earth itself was chanting. "The Summoning," Julian whispered. "What?" He turned to me, his expression grim. "Old stories. Before the first packs, before the Moon’s Blessing. When an Alpha carried too much power, the world itself called it back through a ritual—the Summoning. It was meant to restore balance."

"You're holding a spell book, so I'm assuming you didn't accidentally summon me. So why do you seem surprised?" "Summoned?" I gulped audibly. "Oh dear," the man said in a low voice. "You're one of those people who do a summoning because they think it won't work, aren't you?" "You mean... It worked? I summoned you? What even are you?" He gave a mocking little bow. "Orion, at your service." I stupidly stuck out my hand for a handshake and said, "I'm Briar." His lips curved in a sensual smirk as he took my hand in his and squeezed gently.

“Now, now, now, unto my next prey.” Stop and somehow leads him to be, a book falls from out of nowhere, yet hinted him with the summoning and very command he could never deny nor run away from. He took the book into his hand as he reads the title. “Death Reincarnate.” With the wind that blows its cold and eerie way and everything around him falls into the darkness of worst than the night. He stands up looking straight and without any worry, unto his eyes as he is all used to such summoning, wherein a gate is shown and stepping out is the very image of the witch herself, calling his name.

I sighed, kneeling to pick it up but before I could, without warning wind stirred blowing my hair in my face. It sent a chill down my spine and that's when I realized my windows wwte closed. The gust of wind came from the book, it flipped it open with a flutter landing on a page. The page glowed faintly, as if the ink itself had been written with light. There was a handprint burned into the page charred at the edges, and just about the size of mine. Beneath it, one word shimmered. Summon. There was something else at the end but it wasn’t a language I knew, but something about it tugged at the back of my mind. Like I should know it. Like it was buried somewhere in my mind.

Daughter of the werewolf king Volkan Knight and the summoner of death Thora Valentine. . . . . . Stay tuned! Book 1 To be continued. More chapters to go.......

luckily, the towel was still able to cling to my body. My eyes drifted to the bag under the bed. The zipper was undone and what peeking through the bag was very similar book I put in it before coming here. My first guess was reed probably found about the boom but then he never bothers to touch my things, not even I leave the zipper off. He gives me space and he trust me to tell him things. Or maybe he knows himself, eventually he gets whatever from me. How to Summon the Gods. Was written in bold capital letters on the book. The book was old, qualifying for ancient artefact. I slowly and carefully skimmed through the pages. The book was really old. The pages were so delicate if I applied more