Novelas y relatos de Summoning The Holy Sword

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.

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

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

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".

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.”

Not just any immortal, but a powerful one. "We understand that you are only protecting the relics. We don't mean any harm, but we need the relics to summon the sacred weapon to defeat the Dark Lord." Elijah answered and it was like we just became spectators to the two of them. I understand. I will help with your needs. I guarded the relics for thousands of years to this day. The day that the true king will need it. But in my status right now, I cannot summon the relic of fire. I need to heal.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”