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The clouds moved until they fully covered the area where the sun was already showing signs of rising, casting a dark shadow all around us. I whispered softly, and the candles that I had summoned to circle around my feet flickered until they lit brightly. The whole forest fell silent as my mouth spoke incantations of a dead language, summoning the spirits of the human realm to come to my bidding. "Spiritus hominum, spiritus fortior nobis, muros frange et corda impiorum destrue quae sanari non possunt. Destrue eos. Destrueos.” My words were carried by the wind, and trees began to sway, creating sounds as if they were groaning in protest.

“So what was that about necromancers and crows? Necromancers? Really?" “If you count summoning the spirits of the dead? Yes.” That’s one thing I finally realised. Saranh commanded a whole army of ghosts. By one definition? She’s a necromancer. I’ll have to be careful how I bring the idea up with her though. I think she’s all mixed up inside about it. “Spirits? Like Shelley’s evil house possession?” Shelley did mention that, of course. “I don’t know.” I admit. “Like ghosts. It’s not always summoning. Sometimes they just… show up.”

She took a deep breath, a mixture of apprehension and determination coursing through her veins as she began the incantation: "Sog mi hill ooooh byie Muc myfht so hus heh Nhioebhoooo hhemeu tohyl" With each uttered word, a shiver danced down her spine, a potent blend of anger and fear welling up within her. Her voice wavered as she beckoned the spirit of sickness and disease with her carefully chosen phrases. And then, as if on cue, a brilliant flash of lightning sliced through the air, punctuating her incantation. It was as if the very room responded to her invocation.

But it seemed that he was going to have to do it the hard way. “I guess were going to have to do things differently,” he said. Ares grinned widely. “A summons?” He nodded. The other werewolf rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. “Oh, this should be fun.” A summons was an enchantment that tethered a mate to the other. One that made a tattoo appear on their skin, alerting them of the mating bond. It burned until the mate came to find theirs. And if Nora was going to run from him, and lie to him, he’d just make it so that she had to come find him instead.

I whisper. He gulps but nods. Brax has no issues with the command, leading Kai through the trees. I turn back toward the front door, speaking in the tongues of Faerie just as we reach the forest line. “Grow, my friends. Feast. But only those who mean you harm.”

The runes on her body ignited with divine fury. She called upon the Hollowborn. One by one, spirits emerged. Not shadows—but luminous echoes. Mothers, warriors, priests, and seers. The line of her blood, unbroken. They formed a circle around her, their presence emboldening the air. "We rise together," she whispered. And the air caught flame. The Elders screamed as their summoning unraveled. The god recoiled, sensing a greater power. Isabella stepped into the circle, her voice now echoing with every Hollowborn before her.

With it I discovered a spell to summon the king of the crossroads. With the blood of a crow, I drew a wide circle on the ground, marking a boundary. I poured salt into a bowl, staining it with my blood. Next I added into the bowl the crushed skull of crows. All this was required for my summoning spell to work. I began chanting. "Impericus livicúm omnis ímmúndus no spiritus infernaus satanica fer reh nahi…" I chanted in old greek tongue, lighting up a single match stick and dumping it into the bowl.

The moment they took their places, the air thickened. Candles flickered low, the scent of burnt sage filling the air. Violet raised her hands, her voice smooth yet commanding. “Spiritus in tenebris, revelare quod latet.” (Spirits of shadow, reveal what hides.) Her words echoed softly, followed by the others chanting in unison. A low hum built around the circle. Kael and Fenrak exchanged a look from where they stood. Rhea’s breathing quickened. The warmth from the candlelight faded, replaced by an unnatural cold. She could feel the ground pulsing beneath her palms like a heartbeat.

“The Moon Goddess wants me to visit her monthly so we can chat.” “Being a summoner means you not only have the ability to summon the Moon Goddess but also supernatural spirits who have passed on to the heavens,” Kanyon explained. “And if the Moon Goddess wants your company, then this is one of the highest of honours.” “I guess you’re right,” she sighed. “Wait, are you telling me I can call upon my parents' spirits if I want to?” Jessica gasped after she analyzed what Kanyon just said. "With the right training you can learn how to summon spirits so you can bring your parents here and have conversations with them, but only on a full moon,” Kanyon said. “But there hasn’t been a summoner in a th

" Translation: Dust of the earth gather yourselves, Bring Your essence before me, Let it be known this day that i am the spiral of all witches, The beginning of darkness. The first and last of the darkened ones. Let the forces beneath the shadows appear, Show yourselves Show yourselves Show yourselves Destroy the queen Destroy the queen And take what is yours. I understood every word she was saying. It was a strong conjuring chant, she is calling upon the spirits in the shadows. This is some deep strong sh*t. Soon enough there were i could hear multiple voices reciting the same chants. The chants now had intensity, I soon began to feel like there wasnt enough air around me. Thick dust mixed