Summoning Books Novels & Stories

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

I mean, if that elf guy attacked, I might not be able to take him down even if I stayed. I sifted through the old books scattered around my room until I found one. The spells in it were written in Sanskrit. I think it's where I had seen the spell I needed. Someone really needed to digitize and organize these things. It wasn't like there was an entire book written on summoning, or transforming, or anything. They were just books written by people that either made spells or collected spells, so when you opened it up, it was random.

“Now, now, now, unto my next prey.” Stop and somehow leads him to be, a book falls from out of nowhere, yet hinted him with the summoning and very command he could never deny nor run away from. He took the book into his hand as he reads the title. “Death Reincarnate.” With the wind that blows its cold and eerie way and everything around him falls into the darkness of worst than the night. He stands up looking straight and without any worry, unto his eyes as he is all used to such summoning, wherein a gate is shown and stepping out is the very image of the witch herself, calling his name.

He didn't know Meridith as a book lover. "What book is that?" Damon asked Donna, who jumped at the book immediately. "It's a grimoire, My King," Donna held the book to her chest and shivered. "A grimoire?" Damon asked. He has heard stories about the book. A grimoire, known as a "book of spells" or a "spellbook," is a textbook of magic, typically including instructions on how to create magical objects like talismans and amulets, how to perform magical spells, charms and divination, and how to summon or invoke supernatural entities such as angels, spirits, deities, and demons. In many cases, the books themselves are believed to be imbued with magical powers.

“I have never seen your magic, Eli, and I look forward to witnessing you in battle.” A quick breath escaped Eli’s nose. “You won’t be disappointed. In fact, I will be the one to carry and protect you, Your Highness.” Arth watched as Elicantris raised one hand into the air and called, “Awaken.” White light flashed above her hand, hurting Arth’s eyes that he had to cover them. When the light slowly faded, he uncovered her eyes, only to see an ancient golden book; flaring in white flames. Elicantris smiled, her face shone by the glowing light. “Surprised, Your Highness? I bet you’ve never seen an Ascension Summoning before …”

Aesthelia stayed up all night reading the book she got from the library's restricted area. She was escorted back home by the two werewolves she was with. The book was about summoning a wolf. She was wondering why they would hide it there when it is normal for a werewolf to summon their wolf spirit. There must be some sort of reason why, like how it's not safe, or that the book was so important that they placed it in there. Aesthelia was too confused. She was trying to rack her brain for an answer.

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

I want to curl up in ball and I want t o reverse the spell and put the books back where I found them because all I feel coming from those green eyes is evil and an insatiable hunger. “Where am I?” I say trying to make my come out strong but I fail drastically. Right now, I only sound like a scared chicken. What have I done? “You summoned me, didn’t you? You’re in my domain now. You must have wanted something to be brave enough to call upon me.” The deity says and I swallow hard as I break a sweat. There's a reason no one ever dared use these grimoires I found. This is not a force to be reckoned with. This is pure evil.