Summoner Book Novels & Stories

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.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Starvos questioned and found Rose slowly flipping the pages of the book, stopping at a particular page. As he went closer to read, his eyes squinted to catch the scripture. Rose helped him by reading the passage, “The summoned creatures tend to attack the other creatures which is around them as per the summoner’s demand. The summoner summon the creatures by blood, thus they wouldn’t attack others that bore the same blood as the summoner.” “So it can be confirmed you are a sorcerer, judging by why those vampires didn’t attack you,” Starvos summed what they had found as she nodded in agreement.

“You summoned us. You have the book. That means you already know everything.” “I… I…” “You know who you are, right, Mr. Lurvine?” Darius asked. “The-the-guardian... The guardian...” “Supernatural, that's right. By dripping your blood onto the book, it will summon a representative of the supernatural,” Darius explained. “All of them?”

It brought me the comfort I needed. I weaved through the shelves, my fingers tracing the spines of various books in the magic and mythology section. Honestly I was surprised that the Royal Library was bigger than the public library. Who read those books? And then— I collided into something. No, someone. A book called 'Summoners' got my attention. As my fingers reached the book, a person's hand reached the book from my right side.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

he added, trying to encourage his brothers. Even so, as they approached, the three noticed a disturbing detail: under the hood, the man was smiling. A calm smile, like someone who already knew the outcome of that conversation. He extended his hand, slowly, as if offering a gift. "Is this what you want?" The brothers exchanged a quick glance. "You know?" Lior asked, suspicious, perceiving what was implied. "I know. How could I not know?" The man's voice was deep, almost velvety. "I am one of the Summoners."

"I don't feel powerful. "But you are," she said firmly. "In your first incarnation, you wrote the Grimoire of Shadows. A book that contained all the supernatural spells and rituals. You used part of your own magic to enclose the creatures that could be invoked with the book. There is power inside those pages. A drop of its power, and it is already strong enough that only a human sacrifice allows the book to be read. Can you imagine everything that was left inside you compared to this drop?

"I have everything ready, these are the conditions for the summoning spell. Once you're gone I'll prepare one for Fala, then one for me. Once we all make it back here we can go to the demon realm and do what we have to. I just hope that the prophecy was right about you being the one to help me." Fenrir looks at the paper Girod had been writing on, and its almost exactly as he described it. It looks like an actual contract, but this one is only for summoning, the contract between the summoner and the one summoned will be verbal. "I have the item that you need to get listed on there as well. That's all you need to worry about when making the contract, the rest of the conditions are up to you

“The council will want to hear this.” “Not yet.” My hand covered the book instinctively. “Let me study it first.” His gaze dropped to my hand. His voice softened just slightly, that usual brooding edge curling into something warmer. “You’re not just a knight anymore, Abby.” “I know.” “Storm Knight or not, this—” he gestured to the pages, to the diagrams pulsing faintly under candlelight “—this isn’t just summoning. This is a door to things even the Queen keeps sealed.”