Summoning Wizard Novels & Stories

“Luchd-dìon na talmhainn, tha sinn a ’gairm thugad. Cluinn sinn!” As their call to the final element closes the circle, I suck in air in gasping pants, and recovering, clumsily get back on my feet. “The doorway is open, triumvir. Focus your intentions and call to the god.” It’s remarkably little to go on, and still more instruction than Ian had when he managed it. Focus my intention—okay. What had the witches said to summon the circle? Horned God, I call to you. Hear me.

Whatever swordplay he chose would have to be ingrained in him and the sword he carried, and with his eccentricities—as Ariadne implied—he doubted the boy possessed the dedication required. “What of you?” Kilvic asked Moss. “Spell casting seems nice,” the boy said. “But I think I’ll be an invoker.” Ariadne barely concealed a chuckle. “…Now the class of summoner requires more will and reia than all other classes,” Tillaman was saying. “It requires a mage to hold a vast pool of reia as the demons they would summon would require a constant supply.” “But I thought demons draw the reia they use from everything around them,” one of the students asked. He was a small boy, perhaps the smallest in the

“I shall summon the witch who will perform the ritual. I have ordered Kassius to get one more ingredient we will need. Hopefully, if everything goes according to plan, we could perform the ritual before the solstice.” The three of them smile greedily amongst themselves. Damn fools. They have no idea what is coming to them. “Very well then; we are counting on you, Reid. Do not let us down,” Chad says before heading out of the room along with the others. Without wasting much time, I summon Sumara, my very good friend and one of the most powerful witches in the state. She walks into my office with that dark cloak and eerie aura she always had. “Sumara, how has it been?” I ask, and she scowls at

His robes dragged against the floor, his staff glowed faintly. “You called, my lords?” “Yes,” I said firmly. “Invoke Melanie. Bring her here.” The old man’s eyes flickered with unease. “You are sure?” “Yes,” Metatron said sharply. “We need to hear her demands.” The wizard bowed. “As you wish.” He spread a cloth on the floor, symbols stitched into its surface. He lit black candles at each corner, their flames hissing. He began to chant in a low, ancient tongue. The air grew thick, the light dimming. The room trembled.

, so that his master could participate from inside—the corpulent Necromancer never stood when he could remain seated. Tonight, everything he needed to do could be done from inside the carriage. He pulled open the top of a sturdy wooden chest that rested on the carriage floor. Reaching inside, he withdrew a round, gold-framed mirror about twelve inches across. The mirror’s smooth surface was fashioned of the same black material as the magical table back in the castle. It served as a smaller version of the table, far less powerful, but useful nonetheless. Holding his palm over the black surface, he started to chant in a low voice. A dozen floating eyes began to appear inside the mirror, growin

All he had to do was sell some information and perform a single summoning ritual. “Of course. We have the catalysts here, after all,” the man watching over them responded. “Catalysts? Where are the other ones?” The staff member looked around and got up. He finished pouring his energy reserves onto the spell circle. Just then, a thin blade pierce the summoner from behind. “What are you—?!” Their blood poured onto the gourd. The gourd started to absorb the blood. The summoner could do nothing but scream in agony as he was drained to a husk.

Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus. The seventh is considered the lowest rank of all, and it is called the Summoning Caste. These are the people who can summon any kind of animals, creatures, beasts, and other living things in the Olympus. Through the power vested in them, they can understand, talk to, and command them. Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a pendant—a teardrop of clear crystal with a tiny, pulsing sliver of silver wolf magic at its heart. “This will resist Black Wolf energy. It will shield the mark.” He closed his fist around it, his knuckles whitening. A visible wisp of silvery light, like condensed moonlight, seeped from his skin and flowed into the crystal. His wolf soul. A fragment of his essence. The crystal brightened, then glowed steadily. He fastened the chain around my neck. It felt warm. “If this crystal lights up three times in succession,” he instructed, his voice gravelly, “it means I am summoning you. No matter where you are, you come. Immediately. Do you understand?”

"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.

Starvos questioned and found Rose slowly flipping the pages of the book, stopping at a particular page. As he went closer to read, his eyes squinted to catch the scripture. Rose helped him by reading the passage, “The summoned creatures tend to attack the other creatures which is around them as per the summoner’s demand. The summoner summon the creatures by blood, thus they wouldn’t attack others that bore the same blood as the summoner.” “So it can be confirmed you are a sorcerer, judging by why those vampires didn’t attack you,” Starvos summed what they had found as she nodded in agreement.