Summoner Book Novels & Stories

Nothing touched him. So I turned to the last page anyone sane would turn to. An old grimoire I bought from a private antiquarian auction. Black leather, edges crumbling, text in a mix of faded Latin and older runes no one could fully translate anymore. The listing called it “a curiosity.” The previous owner had died alone in a locked attic; the estate sold everything fast. Inside was a single clean ritual titled *Vocatio Ultionis*. The summoning of a collector. A demon who traded in vengeance and collected souls. Payment was not optional. Payment was flesh first, soul later.

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

His hands finally came up from under the counter and clutched in its grip was a book–brown covered and without a speck of dust. “A cheque book?" I asked, arching a brow as I tilted my head. “You want to give me a cheque? I appreciate the thought, Ger Bear, but you know I ain't allowed in the back. You know what happened the last time I went there.” "It's not a cheque book,” Gerald mumbled before sliding it across the counter to me. "It's a spell book. One that can be used to summon the demon lord, Anakin.” I stood still, my fingers grazing the cover. "A spell book?” I asked and Gerald nodded. A strained laugh tore out of my lips. "Tell me you're joking, Gerald.”

She asked eagerly Damon replied, "Not really. The book chooses who can open it and what it shows you before giving you the names of demons you can summon." Ava's eyes sparkled with hope, "With this, who knows? I might become strong enough to stay by your side, and the book might choose me. That way, you don't have to send me back, am I right?"

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

The unknown origins of the book and the mysteries it contained left me with more questions than answers, fuelling my curiosity and driving me to unravel its secrets. I slowly turned to the final page, my heart pounding inside my chest. There, in ancient script, was the spell to summon the Lycan King, a creature of untold power and terror. The forbidden power of the spell coursed through my veins, and I could feel its alluring pull. The thought of using it to save my people from Fenrir's overwhelming forces was enticing, yet I knew that tampering with this unknown power would come with a price. A small laugh escaping my lips as I glanced down at the book in my hands, one that Lucy had so care

When he came out of the temple, a lone goblin was waiting for him. The goblin was unarmed and did not seem to want a fight. Nio waited. The goblin said: “Greetings, Sunbringer. I am Lido, the war chief of the Swer tribe. I guess the high shaman is dead and you're going back south now." Nio shook his head and replied: “The first part of what you said is true. The shaman is dead. But I will not return south. I'm going east, towards Sogorim. "

She also wondered where the sorceress had kept the grimoire, she must have some sort of a magical pocket or something. "What are you going to do?" "Summon my spirit animal." Cassandra gasped in bewilderment. "Oh, you mean like your Patronus?" "You know the dead language, too?" "Well, no, I just read...ah...never mind," she said with a shake of her head then took the leather-covered book and opened it on her lap. Cassandra had heard of people talking about discovering their spirit animals all the time. She'd even seen T-shirts reading 'Sloth is my spirit animal', but now the thought of them actually summoning one was quite a wondrous thing to do.

Xavion explained, “There is a monster who resides in this space. Like you, he wants to become a God by collecting the five magical books. He goes by the name Ulricus Mammet. He also wants the world to become tumultuous for the final book to he born. “A sorcerer who worked for him created these blood moths. This sorcerer is skilled at divination, and he has predicted that you’d show up bearing four magic books. Ulricus will take those books from you once the fifth book appears, so he may use them to help him become a God.” “Xavion, this Ulricus Mammet guy that you mentioned… Is that his genuine name or simply a title?” Tyr asked with a frown. “Why do you ask?” Xavion was a little puzzled.

There was nothing special on the book; it seemed like plain common notebook with worn dark brown leather cover. ‘Yes, I am grimoire of Armadale, once I served the most powerful magician in Wolftopia. However, my last master was killed and I was sealed in this freezing library by one of the mages that once served in this castle.’ The book spoke through Jeremiah’s mind. “Why did you summon me? What do you want from me?”