Summoning Star Novels & Stories

"I am one of the Summoners." The silence between them became thick. "Summoners?" Ayel repeated, frowning. The man took a step forward. The cloak moved as if made of smoke. "One of the sorcerers who summoned the Daughters of the Stars." The three stiffened. "Daughters… of the Stars?" Noam asked, as if wanting confirmation. "Yes." His smile widened, his teeth appearing like an omen. "One is the bomb… and the other, the lighter. You want a story? I love telling them."

"She said she would help me when I needed her." "Good," Tharros said. "So how do I summon them?" Nyxoria asked. "Is there a special spell or ritual?" "It is actually quite simple," Tharros said. "The Bloodfoggers are connected to blood magic, as their name suggests. To summon them, you need to..." He began explaining the summoning ritual to her in detail, and Nyxoria listened carefully to every word, memorizing everything he told her.

Simone’s voice cut through the chaos, weak but fierce. “Say the words… say the incantation… Alison… now!” I stumbled, the red moon climbing high in the sky, bathing the battlefield in a hellish glow. The earth quaked beneath us. I could feel something ancient, something primal awaken within me. My lips parted. I didn’t even think. I just… spoke. “By the blood of Luna, by the light of the Chosen, I summon the power to break these chains.” I let out a howl.. raw, broken, but filled with every scrap of my soul. The ground trembled, cracks splitting the dirt.

"I knew you could do it." The beast stared at me from across the room, an expectant gaze that chilled the fiery burn in my veins. I was a Summoner, I had control over the beast now, but I knew that every time I called it forth from the depths of whatever prison my pendent held, I would remember the girl I failed to save.

“I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.” Flicking her thumb, a midnight-black shadow appeared beside her, reflecting her height. She patted it before talking once again. “My shadow’s in level two and it’s a Scyrawing type, because I’m a weapon summoner.” The moment she said the word summon, a dagger flew in the air, which she caught by simply raising her hand. The presence of her shadow and her weapon has intimidated most of their circles that they ended up summoning their shadow, flickering different intensities of darkness.

Tears well up in my eyes again, that is all I feel like I am doing at the minute. We part ways and we get into our positions in the ritual circle. Scarlet takes a deep breath and starts to chant the words that will start the sacrifice. This time as she chants a light blue light starts to flow through the objects which connects them all together. While Scarlet is chanting the blue light then travels around her and up it goes it even makes her hair rise like the blue light is creating a breeze and it keeps travelling into the night sky.

"I have everything ready, these are the conditions for the summoning spell. Once you're gone I'll prepare one for Fala, then one for me. Once we all make it back here we can go to the demon realm and do what we have to. I just hope that the prophecy was right about you being the one to help me." Fenrir looks at the paper Girod had been writing on, and its almost exactly as he described it. It looks like an actual contract, but this one is only for summoning, the contract between the summoner and the one summoned will be verbal. "I have the item that you need to get listed on there as well. That's all you need to worry about when making the contract, the rest of the conditions are up to you

Ingrid replied with a shrug, “but unfortunately for you, Marwood doesn’t care about either. You’re summoned. And we both know what that means.” Callum nodded, solemn. “He used that word. Summoned. Said to escort you personally.” The word curled cold in my chest. Summoned. Not invited. Not requested. “Like I’m a pawn in some ritual,” I muttered, shutting my book with a soft thud. “Do I get a ceremonial robe too, or just public humiliation?” “Depends on the choreography,” Ingrid offered with a smirk. “But I’d bet on both.” I sighed, pressing the heel of my palm to my temple. “I have so much to study. Ravel’s going to murder me if I flunk this glyph translation.”

I was very young to remember, and that’s what has been bothering me right now. “Yes, it will. Where are all these doubts coming from, Agatha?” Mom chastised me. I get it. We have gone a long way to be wary now. Summoning the other species is the first major step in fulfilling the prophecy. We have to let them know it’s now safe for them to come out of hiding, that we can live side-by-side with other species without looking over our shoulders, with no fear. But at the same time, summoning them may attract future threats; the ‘not so friendly’ species may take this as an opportunity to strike, like the ghouls, demons, and djinns. And what about the vampires? Should I also summon them? I took a

A total of four campfires and we light the campfires using flint. "Brace yourselves, once I finished casting the summoning spell the Ferryman will spawn in the middle of the circle," Clarren carefully warned us. "We are born ready. Let's do this!" Oslec confidently said. I've been longing for so long to end this war and get back to my normal life. Ready or not, I have no choice for this is my destiny and my fate is already written in the stars. I nodded my head, signaled Clarren to perform the ritual, and said... "It's time to summon the Ferry Man."