Bog King Novels & Stories

she asked as she stopped at the door to inspect their work. “Once,” he replied. “Were you successful?” she asked with amusement. “Nope,” he said hesitantly. “Do you know who he is?” Dorwig asked Bodigan. “A vampire,” Bodigan said in a tone that was meant to demean Dorwig. “He’s a vampire king from earth, you twit,” Dorwig volunteered. “Unless you want every vampire roaming that stinking planet coming here for vengeance, I’d just tie him up like L’oana said and get out of here. We knocked him hard enough that he should be out long enough for us to get above ground and to our king before he awakes.”

As I headed towards the stairs, I saw an older man I’d never seen before, but the resemblance to Kalen was undeniable. “Ah, you must be Alyssa,” the man said, his tone friendly. Okay, so he knew me. “Uh, yeah. I am.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Rogue King Elijah.” This was the rogue king? I stood there, stunned for a moment. He looked so normal. Like any other man. For some reason, I’d expected something more. Something more… conniving, wicked, tricksy. Yet the king wasn’t any of those things. Realizing I was staring at him, I snapped out of my daze and said, “Oh, hello, pleasure to meet you too.”

It was peaceful and calming, a welcome change from the chaos that had been my life recently. Suddenly, I heard a twig snap behind me, and my eyes snapped open. I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest, and saw him standing there. He was tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and a fierce gaze. I knew who he was, even though I had never met him before. He was the leader of the rogues, the one they called the King. And now, here he was, standing right in front of me. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

The healthy looking goat climbed one of the big chairs and transformed into a good looking young man. Who are you! Ogbon asked, I am the The land and end, your King, your lord, a goat beyond a lion. You shall bow before me, or die where you are. Ogbon smiled and said, Anybody can be a king or a ruler, but the most important thing is the strength of man that sits on the throne, I am the if my kingdom,I won't bow for no being. You go to your Kingdom and find people that must bow for you. But wait , sorry for my rudeness, you said your name is land, No I did not say my name is land, my name is Malica all other others are just an alias, but you can call me Malica. Or you lord.

I looked to the King, and I knew I could not stop him from responding. “If anybody was daddy dearest it, was you, you hateful son of a bitch!” the King yelled. “You stole my son!” he added, wanting to go through the phone. “I bought him fair and square,” the Rogue King responded, faking hurt at the King’s words. “You bastard! I will make you pay!” the King roared.

Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge. “That belongs to me!” An angry voice growled from the crush of troops near the doorway. “Do you honestly think you can just waltz in here and take it from me?” It was clear, despite his disheveled appearance that the angry man with bedhead shouting at her from across the room was the king of Beelzanborg. He was in the middle of an array of troops who were obviously meant to protect him from both the dragon and the small woman who’d just stolen his prized possession.

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

do you mean Adesuna?" the King questioned with repulsion. "Yes my King, it is Ade..." "that little boy of yesterday." The King interrupted, "Adesuna is no big deal to me. I am an embodiment of the spirits of my father, 'I walked on the day that I was born' I will chop off Adesuna's head! the King bragged striking a spear on the ground, he said: "I am the Lion of the southern kingdoms.

I say, and they look shocked but not upset. "Who is Douglas, if you don't mind us asking?" Christian asks. "He is known as the Rogue King. He is trying to take over the Kingdom in hopes of gaining control of all supernatural species." I say. "He has been the mastermind behind many attacks on different communities who refuse to follow him." "Our Alpha wanted our pack to follow this Douglas person into a war?" Nick asks, and I nod my head. He lets out a low growl of frustration as he hangs his head.