Summoning Wizard Novels & Stories

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.

"Isabella, weave your enchantments, cloak us in illusions that shall deceive even the keenest of observers. Alistair, unleash the fury of the elements, let their power surge through our veins and prepare us for the full moon ritual." With a wave of her hand, Isabella summoned a cascade of illusions that enveloped the trio. The chamber transformed, walls shifting and morphing, creating an ever-changing landscape. Their appearances blurred, their forms flickering and dissolving into hazy outlines. Dante's senses were tested as he navigated the shifting illusions. He knew that the ritual required utmost concentration, for any lapse could mean failure and the loss of the precious powers he sough

The symbols seemed to pulse with a strange energy, and as I studied them, a voice echoed in my mind—soft yet powerful. "Emily, guardian of Silverwood Falls, you have been chosen to uncover the truth." The voice guided me, revealing visions of ancient battles and hidden prophecies. I saw a mighty werewolf, shrouded in darkness, wielding unimaginable power. The vision shifted, showing me a towering mountain and a hidden cave, the entrance guarded by fearsome creatures. Inside, a dark force pulsed, its malevolent energy threatening to consume everything in its path.

The mage then raised his staff once more and said strange words into the air. Dorin's eyes widen as he recognized the words. "A summoning spell!" he gasped. The ground around them shook as golems with flaming eyes emerged from the earth. They rushed at Dorin, their rocky arms outstretched, trying to catch him in their deadly grip. Dorin glided in the air, his lightning dancing around him, striking at the golems whose chunks fell and returned to the earth, but even without limbs, they continue to chase him, standing on top of the other to reach his height.

His name was rarely spoken aloud, for to do so was to invite death. I barely heard the words. My mind was elsewhere, back in the basement with the scroll, back with the runes that had melted away under the splash of water. I had drawn the symbols for summoning Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. He was the only one who could alter what was to come, who could change my fate and save me from the death that awaited me. But summoning a Fate was dangerous, and there was no guarantee that Ryuu would answer my call—or that he would help me if he did. The Fates were known to be capricious, their motives beyond human understanding. But I had no other choice.

“How do we begin the ritual?” “We create a spiritual square with salt and holy water in the physical, and then we summon the spirit into it to begin the banishment.” With the solution she’d given, Walden only found problem with one word there; summon. He’d never called the spirit that troubled him before. It always came whenever it wanted. “Summoning the spirit? Do you think I will be able to do that?” “It depends. The spirit can only be summoned by someone with whom it had a strong relationship with while still alive. Were you such a person?”

Bianca says and I give her a scathing look. I turn to face Nolan. “Looks like we are on our own so we need a plan” “What are you thinking?” Xavier asks. “The fates taught me a spell. A summoning spell for the deities. I need focus to summon Gaia, Hemera and Aether. So, Nolan I need you to deal with Agron and Khaos. Bianca, Xavier, I need you to deal the undead and Forsaken…I know they’ll try to stop me the minute they realize what I’m doing”

Then finally, it’s my turn. We close our eyes, and I chant, calling forth the sceptre which can turn any mortal into a deity. It requires four deities to agree and to summon the sceptre. It’s been thousands of years since any of us have had to call it forth. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I will need all the help I can get to defeat Thypon. Above my hand, glittering dark dust begins to form a black sceptre with a larger round red crystal. Once it’s finished, I slowly raise my hand and take it. The others lower their hands and step back.

I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said. "Lyra is a strong wolf; her powers are so amazing that even she doesn't know. She has the power of destruction, and that is why her uncle has been keeping her under his nose, believing that she will grow stronger than him someday and get back. She needs to recover and wake up before she gives up completely." Damien explains. "So, what are you suggesting?" I am unsure of what to do or how to go about such a situation. He shrugs. "You do, Sage. We both know you know what to do. I'll take my leave now."