Summoning The Holy Sword Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, Aurora grabbed Arielle's hands and dragged her to where Arnold was, Arielle couldn’t resist because she was too weak and her strength had long betrayed her. Arnold attached the crystal to the sword and raised it, the sword started flaming. The wind began to stir and Arnold began to chant By the moon’s light and ancient sword I now summon hidden power Stone and sword, joined by blood, Let fate be fulfilled, let my will be done. Arnold immediately plunged the sacred sword into her chest, and the sharp metal pierced into her heart. He twisted the blade cruelly and her blood pooled on the floor as its metallic scent lingered in the air.

I told him threateningly. He ignored my comment and took a few sips from your tea while I was sitting in my chair observing him. Several minutes passed in absolute silence. The elder broke it by saying. -"Even if I tell you its location, the holy sword will never be yours. It belongs to other. You ceased to be the goddess' chosen for a long time" the elder scolded. -"Careful old man, you are playing with fire...." I told him menacingly staring him right in the eyes. He seemed unaffected by my words and continued.

Now, she stood determined to confront him, to drag him from his grave and force him to answer for his sins. She drew a circle around the grave with salt, muttering incantations under her breath. Her hands moved with practiced precision, arranging candles and sacred herbs in a specific pattern. She could feel the power building, the veil between the living and the dead growing thinner. “Malone,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the rage simmering beneath. “I summon you. By the power of this sacred ground and the bonds of our past, I command you to rise.” The ground trembled, and a chill wind swept through the forest. Slowly, the earth began to part, and a ghostly figure emerged from th

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.

The deeper we went the wider the hole became, however, the place was still eerily quiet. "…." Not only that, but it was also completely dark, too, "Sahra, illuminate the area," Oren instructed. For a moment I thought she'd administer some sort of skill or something, but it was just wishful thinking as she just brought out a heavy-duty flashlight in her inventory. That reminds me, is a high authority spell that only angels and high priests can use.

The ground around Elias ignited with golden symbols, stretching outward like a summoning circle. All across the battlefield, supernatural creatures lifted their heads. The glyphs pulsed in their blood. The command had been given. Arise. From forests, mountains, skies, and shadowed rivers, beings once hidden in legend came forward. “Dorian,” Lucian said lowly. “It’s happening.” Dorian nodded, steel-eyed. “He’s calling them.” Kairis stepped forward. “He’s summoning everyone.” And at the center, Elias rose. His eyes were glowing with an unnatural light, silver and gold fused together, divine power roaring through his veins. The glyphs etched into the air behind him pulsed once more, and a singl

Freya turns livid, but she doesn't speak a word - I smirk. My hands come together in prayer, the seeress symbol on my arm glows silver, and the sky cracks open as lightning shoots down and envelops my body, "Voce de Oracle, I summon thee - Selene!"

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

This one was going to have her moving. And so did she as she stood up and brought out her candles, laying them in place and then lighting them to create a very comfortable and perfect atmosphere for what she was about to do. 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".

Still and dead. “W...Why, sir?” Cameo asks quietly. I ignore him. Pull out my phone. “Move the girls.” I order. His brows knit together. “To where?” “A safe location.” He blinks at me, confused. But smart enough not to question me. He walks off to obey. I scroll through my contacts until I find the name I need. I dial. The line connects. “Olympus,” a familiar voice answers eagerly. “I have some girls I’m bringing to you, Diablo.”