Novelas y relatos de Summoning

Behind her mind, as the seconds tick and perfectly dive into the perfect moment, one of them screams in pain. Drawing a cunning smile as she still bears her perfect act looking like she is stunning in a frozen shock. The familiar crimson color illuminated unto the ground, as the mark and the pentagram of summoning spell paves for the warmth and flame that circled in each line and drawn symbols of the gate. Wherein the voice she misses to hear and the warmth she covets commands. “Rise from ashes and reclaim your flame, I summon thee!” ONE TWO THREE

Venya asked, her eyes narrowed in concentration from searching her memory, “I remember reading about summoners in our library.” “That is the gist of it yes,” Kiri replied. “Still sounds like necromancy,” Rex muttered, “Summoning defeated foes and such.” “Ah my dear, that is where we differ,” Kiri replied, nodding at Horken to begin dishing out boiled eggs, ham chunks and bread slices. “I do not raise the dead foe, I am able to summon that type of enemy, just one, and if killed or sent away, when I summon it again, their skin colour, gender and skill types will be different to the previous. They are also stuck at the skill level of that defeated foe as well, th

He said as he collected the plate from my hand. "Okay." I smiled I watched him eat for some time before I heard Noor yelling my name "What did you do that the assistant devil is calling you?" He chuckled "Khalil you are becoming naughty day by day, I told you to stop calling her assistant devil," I said before I stood up and walked towards the doorway. "Once you finish eating, take the next medicine." I instructed What is wrong Noor? Why is she yelling my name? Once I entered the living room she pulled my hand and dragged me into the dining room before she spoke

Then finally, it’s my turn. We close our eyes, and I chant, calling forth the sceptre which can turn any mortal into a deity. It requires four deities to agree and to summon the sceptre. It’s been thousands of years since any of us have had to call it forth. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I will need all the help I can get to defeat Thypon. Above my hand, glittering dark dust begins to form a black sceptre with a larger round red crystal. Once it’s finished, I slowly raise my hand and take it. The others lower their hands and step back.

The tension in the room was palpable, but Evelyn’s chants grew louder, silencing any further argument. Calling the Seven Realms Evelyn drew a deep breath as she prepared to call on the seven realms of immortals. The ritual required precision, as any misstep could lead to disastrous consequences. She placed her hands on the book, its surface warm and pulsating with an unnatural energy. She spoke in a language older than time itself, the words rolling off her tongue like a song. “O spirits of the ancient, O guardians of the seven realms, hear my plea,” she intoned. “My blood, my kin, are trapped in the shadows of the underworld. I call upon your power to guide them, protect them, and grant the

Sylvia’s smile widened. “Excellent. Now, let’s try something a bit more challenging. Summon a creature and imbue it with the fire spell.” This was new territory for me. Summoning and element manipulation together required a level of control I wasn’t sure I had yet. But I was determined to try. I focused on a small bird, picturing its form and essence, and then combined that image with the fire spell. The air shimmered, and a tiny, fiery bird appeared before me, its feathers flickering with flames.

"That’s not ours." I followed them outside. The horizon burned faintly gold with the first light of dawn—but above it, clouds were forming, swirling unnaturally, pulling toward a single point in the distance. The air vibrated, low and rhythmic, like the earth itself was chanting. "The Summoning," Julian whispered. "What?" He turned to me, his expression grim. "Old stories. Before the first packs, before the Moon’s Blessing. When an Alpha carried too much power, the world itself called it back through a ritual—the Summoning. It was meant to restore balance."

Tariq watched with interest. I poured his blood into the bowl. The liquid hissed and turned darker. It was almost black. I placed my hands above it and began the summoning. “Blood that marked her,” I chanted slowly. “Blood that stained her fate. Wake the flesh that remembers. Wake the body that carries your scar. Answer the call of the bond.” The candle flames around me bent inward. The air pulsed. I turned back to the mirror. “Show me her hands,” I whispered.

“But what about you? You can’t…” “Go!” I commanded, the word barely a whisper. Alone now, I dragged my bloodied hand across the ground, tracing ancient runes in the blood beneath me. The Lunar Flame, old as the moon itself, forbidden by every realm, stirred in my veins. I had studied the scrolls in secret, knowing one day it might demand this sacrifice. “By blood and will,” I intoned, my voice gaining strength from the power uncoiling inside me, “I summon thee, Lunar Flame. Purge the darkness. Burn away the shadow that devours us all.”

“I think you should look closely before you decide she’s harmless.” He took it from me and unfolded it. I watched his face change, the color draining from his face. That was exactly the reaction I wanted. “What is this?” His voice had gone hard, the same tone he used in council meetings when someone had tested his patience. “A summoning ward,” I said. “The kind used to call things through from places witches keep their darker allies. I recognized the symbol from an old text in the archive. I wanted to be wrong, believe me.”