Summoning America Novels & Stories

How to summon the dead. "The real Seris. The girl you murdered. I just summoned her." Calliope's red eyes widened. "You're lying." "I'm a Chimera." I tilted my head. "Have you forgotten? And as a Chimera, I can summon the dead. And Seris has been waiting ten years for this moment." Her face went white. "You think you have the time to stop Cassian from finding out the truth? Well, you're wrong." I laughed. "Look at your hands." She looked down. Her fingers were turning translucent.

The slightest smile pulled at my mouth as I rolled my eyes. For the first time in days, the moment seemed light. Right up till Rowan rushed in. "Alpha," he exclaimed. The woods to the west are moving. Scouts noticed blue fire and smoke. My heart stopped beating. Kairos looked across to me. “What is it?” I took a deep breath. “That isn't fire from Ravager. There is a summons there.” He scowled. “What is the summoning for?” I looked him in his eyes. “Not What. The question is for Who?.”

The Summon The message had come sound and clear. Without mincing words. “Come to the packs hall” His father’s voice continued to reverberate inside his skull. No light greetings, or talk formal and straight to the point as always. Urgent and leaves no room for argument. Damon growled out in annoyance and frustration, “What now?” He had been just a few seconds away from interrogating Jamie, the Pack trash. But his father's Summon had to come at the wrong time. Giving him no time to do so. Something about his supposed meeting was off, and it kept on gnawing at him.

He would not give them the satisfaction. --- A Court Summoned Two weeks later, another letter arrived. Delivered the same way—no messenger, no trace. This one was longer, written in the same elegant script: Dante Moretti. Amara Moretti. Your reign has spread fire, fear, and ruin. The Council has decided. You are summoned to the Gathering of Masks. There, your fate will be weighed. Refuse, and we burn your kingdom to ash. Below the words was a location—an ancient fortress in the Alps, abandoned for centuries.

Because it had been so long since I had connected to my father. The circle closed around me like a promise I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep. I stepped into its center, held my breath, and let it go. This was reckless. Stupid. Maybe the worst thing I had done in decades. But I needed the truth, and there was only one being who had it. "Asmodeus," I said, my voice steady. "King of Hell. Lord of Lust. I summon you." The words tasted old and heavy. A language I had sworn to bury with the rest of my past. But I spoke them anyway.

A red light flickered once on the transmitter. A split second later, an encrypted reply flashed across the screen of my miniature receiver. "Ten minutes. Clear the zone." The message was brief, yet it carried the chill of imminent bloodshed. Ten minutes. I just had to hold on for ten more minutes. If I could just keep my daughter, Mia Volpe, alive for those last ten minutes, Papa's private medical team would arrive, and we could finally escape this living hell.

"We haven't the time for me to explain all, but I will tell you this: the rite is a spell of Summoning." "A Summoning..." Allorah breathed. Though she had heard of such a spell, once again it had only been as a children's tale. According to legend, a Summoning opened the magical Gates between worlds, and, as the name suggested, summoned a creature to their own world. In the past, it had been performed in times of need, but as peace settled firmly over the island, the knowledge of how to invoke it had been lost. Suddenly, Allorah understood. Dannonae watched realization dawn. "Yes, my child. It is our only chance."

Warm, glowing light lures me to the front step, but before I knock, I stop myself short. I have to remember these people are different. Not everyone here is one of them, but they are common enough. Summoners, they call themselves. They hold the ability to replicate any of their victims appearances to scare them into submission. However, they are generally peaceful beings, with little even using their powers, instead choosing to withhold them despite its undesirable effects. Knocking on the door, I wait. Seconds tick by, and no one comes to answer. When I try the door handle, it's locked. Of course.

I did a small summoning, this time instead of trying to get a demon from hell, I summoned a cola from the fridge, that wasn't that hard, I need the sugar. When I was done with it, I left the circle, I'm sure it's safe to move now, I left the circle, getting ready for real bed this time, these stupid summoning spells could only be done after midnight. I moved to my bed ready to sleep, that's when I heard some kind of noise around my place, afraid I turned all the lights on, I'm afraid of the dark. I kept looking around trying to see who was here, I never did a summoning spell this big, maybe I'm still tired, that's why I'm hearing things out.

"And I think I've found something huge." My adrenaline started churning as I leaned into the table, listening carefully. "What is it?" I pushed urgency in my voice. Emma took a deep breath before she spoke. "I think Tunisha is summoning something," she said. "Something ancient and powerful. And I think she's using you to do it." I felt like I'd taken a kick in the stomach. Using me? What was Emma talking about? "What are you talking about?" I asked, my mind flashing through scenario after scenario.