Summoning Spell Harry Potter Novels & Stories

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

It didn't matter to him, he was willing to do and take any risk to protect Evelyn. "The lingering image of the dead show yourself, spirit reveal yourself, spirit come to me, I summon you with the power of darkness, Course unseen across the skies, come to me who call you near, come to me and settle here, blood to blood, I summon thee, blood to blood, flesh and bone, take me as your own so we may become one," he chanted his spell with his eyes closed, it was his last resort, a forbidden spell attributed only to him, it was the power to summon the dead and be possessed by them, a power that granted him unfathomable dark magic. Ten seconds passed, and then twenty and thirty, and finally the inte

Astrid’s POV: My saviour witch, Helena, stood in the center of a circle of candles, each flickering with a different colored flame. With her eyes closed, she chanted in an unfamiliar language, causing the air around her to shimmer and twist as if reality was bending under the immense power of her spell. Suddenly, a burst of energy erupted from the circle, sending a shockwave through the room. When she opened her eyes, a small object materialized in her hand, glowing with an otherworldly light. She smiled, knowing that her little ritual had been successful.

"So what do we do now?" Girod reaches into his satchel ruffling through papers before he finally pulls one out. "First things first, we need to gather items for the reverse summoning spell. Don't worry about not being strong enough right now. By the time we gather these items, you should be strong enough to handle anything that you run into." Fala curiously walks over to him and looks at the paper. "I don't recognize any of these things."

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

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!”

The idea of finding her through magic ignited a spark of hope within me. My mom reached for her necklace, unclasping a delicate charm. It glimmered in the soft light, radiating a mysterious energy. She held it out to me, her eyes filled with determination. "Take this charm, my love," she said, her voice steady. "We'll need it for the spell. Now, repeat after me." Together, we chanted the ancient incantations, our voices blending in harmony. The room seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy as we delved deeper into the spell. My mom's eyes turned a milky white, a sign that she had entered a trance-like state.

“You would think so wouldn’t you? But it doesn’t stay pointed when it’s ingested by a werewolf. Something about their saliva melts it after it is spelled.” “Ok. What do I do?” I was determined to understand the spell. “To invoke death, you ask wind to blow away the door between worlds, and summon a reaper soul. When you have the reaper soul, you ask Earth to contain it and bless the silver.” Stella instructed then backed up, waving for Viola to follow. “If we are a decent distance away we won’t be subjected to the spell.” I got nervous at her words. “Uhm, subjected to what exactly?”

I wouldn’t go down alone, he would not be able to go near his son. I hadn’t heard anything as I stayed in the dungeon while awaiting trial and I was beginning to think that the sorcerer had lied to me. The hex wasn’t something I could cast impulsively. It required precision, power, and the darkest magic I could summon. Fortunately, I had prepared for this day, gathering the necessary items over the years—a lock of Harold’s hair stolen from his quarters, the blood of a raven, black salt, and an enchanted dagger passed down through my family.

“Place your hands here and repeat this incantation: 'By the power of knowledge and life, I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow forever within my soul. Grant me what I ask and more!'” I placed my hands in the over sized alcoves and shook off my nervousness. “By the power of knowledge and life- I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow and soar- Grant me what I ask and more!” I felt a strong surge of magical energy and gasped from it, feeling overwhelmed and elated at the same time. Glass Arrow Annihilation, Chains of Agony, Soul’s Doom, Drop of Life, Frost Fire Surge, Shadow Frenzy, Eternal Inferno. Mix the spells to make more powerful attacks. I took a step back a