Summoning Wizard Novels & Stories

"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

he growled, launching himself at The Harbinger. The battle between Elijah and The Harbinger was fierce, each blow sending shockwaves through the air. But The Harbinger was too powerful, his dark magic overwhelming even Elijah's formidable strength. With a final, desperate push, I drew on every ounce of power within me. The crystal blazed with light, the ritual reaching its peak. "Now, Nathanial!" I cried. Together, we channeled the relic’s power, directing it at The Harbinger. The light enveloped him, burning away the darkness. His scream echoed through the night as the energy consumed him.

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.

“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."

If he wasn't busy at that time, why would he sit idly on the side? "Currently, the Second Prince had the highest amount of mana among the Imperial children. Well, that was also I thought." Santi narrowed his eyes when he remembered what Logan did earlier. Teleportation was a skill that only archmages could do. Yet, Logan managed to use teleportation. With the addition of the faint mana of Leno that Santi felt on Logan, he somehow deduced the mystery. An archmage could pass their mana to someone. But there was a consequence: death. It couldn't be forcefully pass through anyone. It needed the consent of both parties before this could begin.

“I think you should look closely before you decide she’s harmless.” He took it from me and unfolded it. I watched his face change, the color draining from his face. That was exactly the reaction I wanted. “What is this?” His voice had gone hard, the same tone he used in council meetings when someone had tested his patience. “A summoning ward,” I said. “The kind used to call things through from places witches keep their darker allies. I recognized the symbol from an old text in the archive. I wanted to be wrong, believe me.”

Given the history between the two clans, I highly doubted they would obey the 'pact’ I had heard Ellemea speak of. “A penny for your thoughts?” “No, Master.” “Your mind seems troubled. I insist.” “I was just thinking about what the leader of the witches said to me; how she is connected to my parents and how she basically created me. I don’t know how all of that is possible.” He nodded. “I see. Well, like Ellemea had said, desperate humans can sometimes resort to desperate measures. It is really not uncommon for humans to seek the assistance of a supernatural creature. It was in place back in my day and things haven’t changed. The process is called summoning; witches, demons, warlocks, mages,