Summoning America Novels & Stories

"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

There’s a truth I’ve buried deep within me, a dark secret that claws at my insides, screaming to be set free. But courage has never been my strong suit—especially when it comes to Maya. The weight of what I should reveal crushes me, yet I know I’ll never find the strength to share it. The summons from the elders isn’t just an ordinary call; it’s a summons steeped in dread. When the elders reach out, everything else falls away—you drop everything and go, no questions asked, no rescheduling. I know exactly why they’ve summoned me: Armando.

She was taught that humans should live equally and disregard the feeling of jealousy as it would only lead to a life of cruelty. The sixth daughter was Ace, a free spirited child. She was given the magic of Summoning, an ability where she can summon materials that she has a wide knowledge of. She learned from her mother that resting is not a bad thing, unless treated as an everyday task. Her goal was to help those who are struggling from hard work to take breathers and not force themselves to be perfect.

“What’s going on?” The woman took one step forward. “Get up, you’re being summoned.” The word struck her like a slap. Summoned. Her limbs moved before her mind could catch up. The blanket slid off her as she stood, legs unsteady beneath her. “By who?” she asked, even though she already knew. There was only one group powerful enough to issue summons at this hour, with this kind of finality. Only one set of wolves who could call for even the pack’s alpha at any time of the day and be given audience.

Nyx's POV The formal summons arrived stamped with five pack seals. I read it standing at my desk. Set it down. Pressed both palms flat on the wood and breathed. Rylan appeared in the doorway. He had the face he made when something was bad but not catastrophic — patiently waiting for me to decide which category it fell into. "It's a demand wearing an invitation," I said. "Summit meeting. Neutral ground. Full Alliance representation. Silas attends as a recognized claimant." I picked it up again. "If I don't attend, they vote on formal recognition of his claim."

With it I discovered a spell to summon the king of the crossroads. With the blood of a crow, I drew a wide circle on the ground, marking a boundary. I poured salt into a bowl, staining it with my blood. Next I added into the bowl the crushed skull of crows. All this was required for my summoning spell to work. I began chanting. "Impericus livicúm omnis ímmúndus no spiritus infernaus satanica fer reh nahi…" I chanted in old greek tongue, lighting up a single match stick and dumping it into the bowl.

I closed my eyes and opened my arms wide. "I summon Samael, the demon for the power of the fire of hell. I summon Azazel, the demon for the power of the air of hell. I summon Azael, the demon for the power of the water of hell. I summon Mahazael, the demon for the power of the hard rocky ground of hell. I summon Satan, the demon of hell who's wrath is well known. I summon you all for the sake of the king of hell. I summon you for the sake of Lucifer. I summon you five demons of hell with the greatest powers." My eyes were glowing with my powers and I recited the spell. The look on the faces of fake demons was something worth watching. They were all terrified of what was going to happen.

She never bluffs uselessly. No. I can't let this opportunity go. I thought as I tried to copy that hymn. 'Aaaaaaaaaaa," I sang from low to high pitch before going to a low pitch again. 'Where the moon lies, the powers I attract, to summon all the evils and good, I call upon the angels. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Summon you all, I command to settle and bow. The peace I bring to the place. I summon you the great powers. Bow down to me. Hmmmmmmm. Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," I sang, turning away from the commotion to concentrate better.

"I need your expertise on shadow magic. Urgently. We have a situation—" "A demon summoning using shadow-contaminated blood sacrifices. I know." Hope's blood runs cold. "How do you know?" "Because I've been tracking the same pattern for three weeks. Started in Arizona, moved through New Mexico, now centered in Montana. I was planning to visit your territory tomorrow to investigate." "You've been tracking this? Why didn't you warn us?" "I didn't know where it would culminate until yesterday. The summoning circles follow a geographic pattern—a pentagram with five points across the western states. Your territory sits at the center. Whoever's orchestrating this chose Crimson Hollow specifically b

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep