Summon Me Novels & Stories

“That’s not just a mark.” “What is it?” He met my eyes. “It’s a summoning. And it’s calling you.”

You need them—at least until your strength returns. The thought curdled in my gut. The Seven. Each one a monster in their own right. To call them was to chain myself to darkness even deeper than Valekar’s blood. But then Luxian cried out from the other room. His scream—raw, helpless—split the silence, slicing through every wall of resistance inside me. My jaw clenched. “…Tell me how to summon them.”

I focused and thought his name once, and suddenly I heard his silky smooth voice in my head say, ‘Hey, baby. “Whoa! What?!” I freaked out and shook my head, taking two large steps away from him, not expecting his voice to come to me so clearly. It was like when you have a song stuck in your head and you hear it a certain way in your head, but then you put your headphones in and you really hear it clearly – this was like putting in headphones. Everyone laughed at my outburst. I exhaled and looked between all of them, “Okay, so I can summon others, but others can summon me? How does that work?”

Please work, please, please, please. "Tonight, I call forth time and space to return Kiarr and Benjamin to me. Bound by our love and passion through our lives long past and now, I call Benjamin and Kiarr- my loves -my boyfriends back to me." I keep rambling when nothing changes, hope dying inside me. "With this wand made by my hands and witnessed by both of you, I summon Ben and Kiarr forth." My room is eerily quiet and empty.

"I summon you." The air went cold.

Setting his hands in the air, a flick of his fingers sent tidal waves sweeping through the hall, forcing all the demons to wash out of the area “HEAR ME SISTERS FATE! I, EDEN TAPACHULA SUMMON YOU!” Eden’s voice roared like a thousand thunders. Within a heartbeat, smoke filled the hall. Like a treacherous python it snaked between the pillars and pooled before the demon. “Who dares to command us?!” Three figures materialised. In her nervous state, Journee giggled, and it seemed like the lady in the middle turned to glance in her direction. Clamping a hand over her mouth, Journee continued to watch the scene unfold.

Ring! Ring! I groaned in irritation when I heard the sound of my phone ringing. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 o’clock. “Whoever is calling me, better have a damn good reason for calling this late,” I grumbled out loud. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and looked at the phone caller ID. The name JOE BANDIT was flashing across the screen. My eyes went wide and I quickly sat up, clearing my throat before accepting the call.

We stared at each other for a few moments before he grumbled, "What?" "You should have let me go." "You summoned me." My brows knitted as I thought. "Summoned? How could I summon you? It's not like you're a demon. I didn't use candles and black magic." He gave me a hard look. "Just go. If you really want to go kill yourself, go. This time, don't call for me." He pointed towards the door.

Gen answered me and he wasn't looking straight at me. "You mean, I'm not real?" I asked her. I never thought I was fake. I know I am a real person. And how can I have someone who looks like me and worst, I even have a name? "Let me explain." I look like a groin. "I am the one who is responsible, why you are here? I can see the future and I saw myself dying from an unfortunate ambush on the day when Cayden and I are about to be married. I thought it was already the end, but I learned there is another me from a different world and I thought that would solve the problem so I did the last resort, and that is summoning you from earth to Pandora." He explained it to me and I just gaped. "If you re

Deep inside my head, my inner wolf lets out a warning growl, taking up an uncomfortable amount of space in my consciousness. “How do I answer the call? " I asked, plunging into a nearby armchair as a sudden wave of dizziness hit me. “You don't," she purred, her voice echoing in the dark corners of my head. “It’s only a summon. You get to decide whether or not you want to go." “And if I do go?" I challenged, a bit skeptical. She went quiet for a heartbeat before humming thoughtfully. “Well, that depends entirely on your motive. Do you need something from them? Somehow, I doubt it."