Word For Summoning Spirits Novels & Stories

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.

“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.