Summoning Wizard Novels & Stories

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

"Who is Collins?" Eve's hands trembled. "He’s… a wizard. Very powerful. He dominates you. Subdues you. Strips away your will until you accept whatever he says." The words left her lips like a confession squeezed from deep scars. "Strong enough to bend alphas to their knees." My wolf shifted uncomfortably, recalling my own encounter with the wizard. "Then how do we summon him?' Ariana asked. "I don’t want him here," Eve blurted, her panic sharp as iron in the air.

She turned to her husband who indicated the demon to speak. Sayo looked confused “A hundred virgins sacrifice can be used to summon its descendants… But he can’t possibly have his bones, that too infused with life auras will be impossible to obtain...” He stiffened, recalling the strange white wolf relic the wizard had used to transform Scarlet and start the ritual.

With all hope seemed lost, the heroes of Ren'veil led by Rio swordtaker found hope in the most unlikely place. They found one of the lost tomes of the Wolf father within the ruins of Galathron it held the rights of summoning. With this tome, they could summon only one hero to Ren'veil though the price to pay for the summoning required a mage and a priestess to enact the summoning rights and bound their Spiritual Energy and their Etherial energy to the summoned hero.

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

“But what about you? You can’t…” “Go!” I commanded, the word barely a whisper. Alone now, I dragged my bloodied hand across the ground, tracing ancient runes in the blood beneath me. The Lunar Flame, old as the moon itself, forbidden by every realm, stirred in my veins. I had studied the scrolls in secret, knowing one day it might demand this sacrifice. “By blood and will,” I intoned, my voice gaining strength from the power uncoiling inside me, “I summon thee, Lunar Flame. Purge the darkness. Burn away the shadow that devours us all.”

The altar of the desperate and the damned. The forest of Lunaris were also useful because it was connected to the infernal lock. The demon summoning required more power than I'd used in decades. I cut deep into my palm and let the blood flow freely onto the stones. The wound hissed and steamed where it touched the rock. "Lords of the Burning Deep," I called out in the old tongue. "Masters of Claw and Fang and Endless Hunger. I call on one. I offer you a bargain." The air around me grew thick and sulfurous. The temperature dropped until my breath misted in front of my face. Something vast and terrible was listening.

I know the pain she might be feeling now, because mere thinking I will be losing her soon makes me very sad, but I have to do the needful, to complete the mission I was commissioned into by the Almighty. "Now fall on your knees and read this spell" She instructed and I did just that. She instructed me more and I did like that as I was in the form of a Monk praying to his gods. "Now before you read it. I want you to know that you can die while summoning the White diamond if you are not strong enough" She cautioned. "Okay, thanks baby" I replied and She smiled. I began to summon it by reading the spell with my eyes concentrating on the spell as I put my hand together and just as I kept on summ

But as for reaching them. Oh, I’m such an idiot, after all. Hastily, I drew a pentagram, spilled blood in the center, and started the familiar summoning. He appeared immediately, a small minion, something between a demon and a demonic creature. He had a wolf’s body with a clean human skull on top. He did, however, have a magnificent set of fangs sticking out in all directions. Ak-kvir. “What did you summon me for, necromancer?” “Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?”

His hands, weathered and marked by the passage of time, hovered above her, radiating a gentle aura of energy. The wizard closed his eyes, delving into the depths of his knowledge, tapping into the wellspring of his magical prowess. He reached out with his mind, seeking the threads of Lucy's essence, searching for the source of the darkness that had ensnared her. His focus was unyielding, his concentration unbreakable, as he delved deeper into the mysteries of her being.