Strange Magic Bog King Novels & Stories

Because Asper Glein, the garrison commander and their absolute leader, had so commanded them. Therefore, Gerhard’s bodyguards weren’t even able to take action when the king was shackled and the black mages almost neutralized. Only the druids with their evil animal spirits went into battle. But their first two attempts to tear the daring rebel to pieces failed. The strange magic under Reive’s control was slowly suffocating them. Yet it turned out the magic creatures were quite strong. The basilisk was obstinately shedding the Dark. Dark was flowing down his skin like black water almost without doing any harm. It didn’t allow him to take a step forward either. The talons on his paws were sinki

The pack here is under the impression he is a diplomat to the king, and so they can not be made aware of the full force of his magic. He sinks down, then lets his magic flow over him, radiating out brightly in the cover of the reeds to hide any vision of him from the docks and shore. Once he is transformed, he emerges once again into open water, and the rest of the knights begin dropping into the bay around us, transforming freely since their magic would never be mistaken for the king’s. “Cedric,” King Brennus glided up to me, his face worn and tired. Worry mixes in with that too, after briefly scrutinizing my face. “What is it? What happened to my daughter?”

Lawson's feet dangled like he was a puppet without strings. "You will not harm another soul," the man said. There was a snapping sound as he broke Lawson's neck. Then the body landed in a heap at the stranger's feet. I blinked several times, unable to believe what I witnessed. The man had saved me and murdered Lawson in less than a minute. "My son! You killed my son," the king cried from a distance as he began flinging black magic at the man. With the flick of his hand, the stranger flung the magic back at the king who fell to the ground and didn't move again.

Bog nodded and followed Brandon toward the small clearing. “Do you know much about the old coot chasing you?” Brandon asked over his shoulder. “I came upon his little cottage in the woods and watched him morph from this tiny man with sagging skin to what you saw chasing me. It was very magical and quite disturbing,” Bog replied. He was pleased to be able to tell the truth to his new companion to whom he owed his life. “I’m not surprised,” Brandon replied, “since he’s a witchdoctor of the worst repute. He’s a loner and a cannibal from what I hear. He’s quite dangerous.”

A few moments later, he returned with the stew: “Here you go. Planning to stay?” “Maybe, I don’t know.” “Good to hear.” “Tell me, my good man, what is the new gossip in these parts.” “What do you want to know?” “Everything resent that happened.” “The king was placed notices to the boar.” “What boar?” “Huge one, two or three times larger than the normal, they say that he was never caught.” “What else do they say?” “That, he’s magical.” “Where can I get more information?” “About what do you want to know?”

Merfoy quickly grab his magic book and tried to look for some of the important pages as the two followed him to the bookshelf. “You are Niffa, right? The daughter of King Morphis and Queen Luize. What you did in the past years is not written in the book it’s so strange. And you Rico, your dreams are showing your past, you are the true king of the kingdom Samari but my brother stole your dignity and made you his puppet for many years. I wonder why those are not written in my book. I’m confused why the both of you are anonymous in the magic book?” he asks himself as he keeps on turning the pages.

He drapes his arms over the woman and says to me, “Register for that magic competition. I will meet you tomorrow morning.” I nod. And the next thing I know, I am standing under a tree, feeling a chilly breeze brushing against my skin. I look at the magicians queuing up for the competition. They all look excited, just as I was when I joined four years ago — all done so my husband, the Lycan King Gideon, will notice me. Not knowing that it will be my downfall.

"And…?" “Her father is Legolin Rios, the King of Skogalfheimr.” He muttered. "Yes, it might not seem important to you, but it's best if you remember his name." "Why?" I asked, with my brow still raised. "Why? You ask?" Principal answered with a scorned laugh. "Because he— was the Magic King, the one and only that stood at the pinnacle of magic. So if he wants to, he could flip this entire island upside down without a need to snap his fingers."

He tipped his head to the side as if he wanted to see if I was watching him, and I swallowed. I wasn’t sure what I felt, fear or admiration. Before me was a stranger that showed me kindness even when everyone else turned their back. He was my angel, but yet a demon. His aura was dark and possessive, and the power he exuded was chilling. Deadly. The stranger faced the room once more, and then, with a voice that made my intestines tremble, he spoke. Calmly. “I am the Rogue King.” A loud gasp cut across the room. Those who still had an inkling of courage trembled from cowardice.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."