Summoning Novels & Stories

“Also, there is the fact that Kalti's helpers are supernatural beings and he has to “Also, there is the fact that Kalti's helpers are supernatural beings and he has to keep its existence a secret. And, well, this poor guy's typical day at work isn't exactly a walk in the park. More laughter. Damien picked up a copy of Wild Fire. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to give you a taste of Kalti's world. The audience settled into their seats, relaxed but attentive. He opened the book near the beginning and began to read. "We have another press release." The words, spoken over the phone by Zachary Tennant at Sydney Morning Herald, hit Kalti with a straight right to the pit of the stomach. He

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.

His name was rarely spoken aloud, for to do so was to invite death. I barely heard the words. My mind was elsewhere, back in the basement with the scroll, back with the runes that had melted away under the splash of water. I had drawn the symbols for summoning Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. He was the only one who could alter what was to come, who could change my fate and save me from the death that awaited me. But summoning a Fate was dangerous, and there was no guarantee that Ryuu would answer my call—or that he would help me if he did. The Fates were known to be capricious, their motives beyond human understanding. But I had no o

she hissed at him. "You need to relax your mind and follow my instructions." "Really? I'm already relaxed, but are you sure? You know what we are doing? I'm not going to be summoning scary creatures here, right?" "Of course not; this mansion is protected, and so are the surrounding areas. So, shall we start?” “Whatever!” “Good, clear your mind of any worries and..." "Can I summon Channing Tatum? After all, he came from planet Earth, so my earthly power will..."

The words of the spell flowed freely from my lips. “By the forces of the moon and the stars, I summon the spirits of darkness. Hear my plea, pay heed to my command. I call forth destruction upon Alpha Hendrix! Render his powers useless by the great powers of my ancestors. Let him lose his strength. Bring his life to an end! I call forth destruction upon Ashley Kim! Let her lose her mind. Extinguish her life completely, by my will!”

With a steadying breath, Aqua placed her hands over her heart and concentrated, allowing her thoughts to drift like leaves carried on the wind. “Mom… Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling yet resolute. “If you can hear me, please, I need you.” A tingling sensation enveloped her as the air thickened with energy, crackling around her like static electricity. The room dimmed, shadows shifting as if responding to her call. In that moment, she felt a pull—a gravitational force drawing her inward, deeper into the essence of the universe. “Let me hear you,” she urged, pouring her heart into her words. “I’m ready.”

The wall she made before was still there but now she needed to create a protective circle and so with her hands down by her sides and her palms wide open, she said, "Syltharion, Aertharum, Pyrthoros, Aquathara, a realm of shield, I summon, guard from unseen, Noltharum, entrance barred, save the one sought, Seratharis" To invoke the spirit, she stood at the center of the circle also how Leon's body was at the center of the circle, and then Ayena raised her hands, her palms facing outward as she called upon the spirit of Leon with words strong, "Spirit or Lonese, hear my plea. And from the realms beyond, I. SUMMON. THEE".

She was there, not just in memory but in presence—standing in the very moment the ritual had been cast. Black-robed figures circled the altar, chanting in a language she didn’t know. A child cried nearby. Blood poured from the carved grooves into the center of the stone. And above it all… a shadow—vast, winged, hungry—hovered just beyond the veil between worlds. “Aria!” a voice snapped. She jerked back, nearly collapsing. Varek caught her before she hit the ground. “What did you see?” “A summoning,” she breathed. “They didn’t bring the creature through. Not fully. But they opened the door. It’s… waiting.”

“I swear I will make her pay for every last bit of this. I just have to be clever about how I go about it. I don’t want the Four catching wind of my plans… but how can I pull this off?” Before anyone could answer, a deep, resonant sound split the air. BONG. The toll rolled across the courtyard, heavy as thunder, vibrating through their bones. The Fiery Five froze, glancing up as golden light began to spiral up from the cobblestones at their feet. Runes bloomed, weaving in the air, ancient symbols that pulsed once with authority before bursting into a rain of sparks that drifted like embers through the sky. Thessaly’s expression darkened. “The Summons.”

“Speak the tongue of fire and shadow. Call them by name, and they will come.” I lifted my hand, crimson dripping, and let the demon words tear from my throat. “Karveth shuun tal’Vareth… Sorrak ven’thur malaekh… Riv’thar nox Drelkaar!” The forest answered with a shudder. The blood hissed where it hit the soil; black smoke curled up, twisting into shapes. “By blood I bind… by wrath I summon… Rise, Seven! Rise and answer your heir!”