Summon Me Novels & Stories

Simone’s voice cut through the chaos, weak but fierce. “Say the words… say the incantation… Alison… now!” I stumbled, the red moon climbing high in the sky, bathing the battlefield in a hellish glow. The earth quaked beneath us. I could feel something ancient, something primal awaken within me. My lips parted. I didn’t even think. I just… spoke. “By the blood of Luna, by the light of the Chosen, I summon the power to break these chains.” I let out a howl.. raw, broken, but filled with every scrap of my soul. The ground trembled, cracks splitting the dirt.

I was very young to remember, and that’s what has been bothering me right now. “Yes, it will. Where are all these doubts coming from, Agatha?” Mom chastised me. I get it. We have gone a long way to be wary now. Summoning the other species is the first major step in fulfilling the prophecy. We have to let them know it’s now safe for them to come out of hiding, that we can live side-by-side with other species without looking over our shoulders, with no fear. But at the same time, summoning them may attract future threats; the ‘not so friendly’ species may take this as an opportunity to strike, like the ghouls, demons, and djinns. And what about the vampires? Should I also summon them? I took a

I answered calmly. Before he could say anything, I hung up the phone. The moment the call ended, I realized I was still standing on pack grounds. The werewolves around were all staring at me. When I met their eyes, they quickly looked away. Just then, another call came from an unknown number. "Hello, this is Werewolf Temple. We’re calling for a final confirmation—do you and the Red Moon Pack alpha still want a bond breaking mediation?" "There is no need. Proceed with the bond breaking," I answered.

Ingrid replied with a shrug, “but unfortunately for you, Marwood doesn’t care about either. You’re summoned. And we both know what that means.” Callum nodded, solemn. “He used that word. Summoned. Said to escort you personally.” The word curled cold in my chest. Summoned. Not invited. Not requested. “Like I’m a pawn in some ritual,” I muttered, shutting my book with a soft thud. “Do I get a ceremonial robe too, or just public humiliation?” “Depends on the choreography,” Ingrid offered with a smirk. “But I’d bet on both.” I sighed, pressing the heel of my palm to my temple. “I have so much to study. Ravel’s going to murder me if I flunk this glyph translation.”

I sucked in a breath through my nose and turned away before I said something I couldn’t unsay. Let them watch. I had bigger things to worry about than rumors. The summons came through a summons spell. Not a scroll, not a note. An actual arcane ripple that bled across my desk mid-training prep, rearranged every rune diagram I’d just spent an hour sorting, and spelled out: Headmaster Arx. Now. I didn’t stall.

“I’m being summoned and I’m effortless to stop it, but I’ll meet you there. Promise me you will be there.” “Summoned by whom?” he growled. “Rodyn, I need your word. I want you to go to the tower,” she insisted. He nodded, taking her hand and pressing a kiss against her knuckles. “I promise I will be there.” “Thank you,” she whispered. Stepping away from him, she gave in to the summon that now lifted her through the realms.

I get the feeling she doesn't mean just your normal vision. Summoned? My spell worked?! "I'm sorry. I did that spell days ago. Why now? How did it work? Holyfuckingshit it worked!" I stutter excitedly as I try to collect myself. I sit myself up against the door so no one will bother us. "Thank you for being here." "Didn't have much of a choice, now did I? You summoned me. For such a young lady I'm surprised you did this. You must need something dear, so enlighten me: why am I here?"

I’m cornered without nowhere to go. He made me drink the same potion Zeke had given me before. I felt weak and hopeless and my tears had dried up from crying. I called for Aiden countless times, asking for help, longing for him but I knew I won’t be heard. I waited for an hour then two, waiting for the potion’s effect to leave my system but it didn’t happen. I don’t know if the potion is still on my body or what. I still can’t reach through Aiden’s portal and I don’t fucking know if I’m in a wolf-proof room which forbid me to communicate with him!

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.

“It’s no one dear.” Amanda assumed the call was from her dad about Sharon but she decides not to press on it to avoid upsetting her friend. “But you, I couldn’t help but notice the expression on your face since you started reading that note. So tell me, who is it from, Jake?" She asked. Amanda laughed coyly “I’m about to find out. He wants me to meet him in front of the burger truck outside.” “And what are you waiting for?” Elena asked elatedly.