Word For Summoning Spirits Novels & Stories

He sat down, tucking one leg under himself. “So, why did you summon me?” I shrugged. “No idea. How about a snack?” I pulled the twitching assassin up and threw him inside the pentagram. Argadon nimbly caught the sacrifice, smelled him, grinned, and put him down. “Later. Did he come for you?” “You bet.” “So, whom did you displease?” I snorted. “A funny expression.” “Demons can visit all worlds, if not voluntarily, then through summoning.” “And how often are you summoned?”

“Consider me your witchy assistant.” “We didn’t go over this yet, but there are seven different types of magic a witch has in her arsenal. Most of the time we’re only successful at one or two of those types, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try.” Rowena glided forwards and her glossy red sandals caught the light as she moved. “The séance Cordelia is about to preform is actually a summoning spell, which stems from spirit magic.” “Can you do more than just call on ghosts?” Breyona cooed, yanking the last of the curtains shut.

I spoke to the sky as though it were a person. I closed my eyes to recite the black magic spell to summon the Brakoon demon “Akkrisis! Traas traas, helmott, ek astraa rohek, kiironn, draa iksss straataa...! A dying son of Arakis has summon you for help!”

Tonight, he was finally attempting his first real summoning. “Just a minor spirit,” he whispered to himself, palms sweaty as he held the ancient incantation scroll. “Nothing dangerous. Just enough to prove to those jerks that spirits are real and I can summon one.” His hands trembled as he lit the final black candle. The flame danced wildly. He began chanting in halting Latin, his voice growing stronger with each line. The air in the room grew thick and became more sinful. The candles flared violently. Shadows twisted and stretched unnaturally on the walls, reaching toward him like hungry fingers.

Silas bled them by paragraph and called it hygiene. “‘Summoning is a crime,’” he read. “What is summoning? Does the Charter intend to criminalize breath? Surely an evening of light—music, lamps—cannot be understood as invitation. Surely we are modern enough to distinguish harmony from hunger.” “The mouth is a pedant,” Evelyn said. “It loves definitions when it can use them to eat politely. Summoning is saying the name in order to make weather. If your lamps make weather, they are summoning. If your music persuades iron to remember blood, it is summoning. We have hinges to tell the difference.”

“Speak the tongue of fire and shadow. Call them by name, and they will come.” I lifted my hand, crimson dripping, and let the demon words tear from my throat. “Karveth shuun tal’Vareth… Sorrak ven’thur malaekh… Riv’thar nox Drelkaar!” The forest answered with a shudder. The blood hissed where it hit the soil; black smoke curled up, twisting into shapes. “By blood I bind… by wrath I summon… Rise, Seven! Rise and answer your heir!”

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.

Sabrina stood before us at her podium, the Book resting open in front of her seemed to hum with power as she began to speak, her voice clear and strong. "Spiritus maiores, audite vocem nostram, Venite ex tenebris, ex cineribus surgite, Aperite portas inter mundos, Et benedictiones vestras ad nos ferte." The words rolled off her tongue in perfect rhythm with the drums, ancient and powerful. As the chant continued, the ground beneath us seemed to tremble, and in the center of the raised platform, the Pack Soul came alive. A golden flame flickered to life, not too fierce, but vibrant, as though it had been waiting for this moment.