Strange Magic Bog King Novels & Stories

He even suggested that we make peace with the rogues as well, can you believe that? He wanted to welcome back the rogues and treat them fairly as well. That was the last straw, my great-grandfather just couldn’t take it anymore. Since all his other attacks have failed, he decided to use the one attack that the king would never see coming, he decided to use magic to destroy the king, and the king would never anticipate this attack, it seems like the perfect plan. He went to the healers, he sought out the most gullible ones among the healers, and that is when the real story began…

he says. The rogue king was a low life fuck no doubt. He hardly shows his face because he would be dead the minute the public gets to see him, and I am not the least surprised he is in support of all this. This explained their use of magic, he had connections with the witches and many other supernatural beings. I drive my dagger into his ring finger, separating it from his hands and his loud cry fills the room again. “I’m going to have your balls next,” I sneered, shifting the position of my dagger to below his waist.

I grip the edge of the table and bite down on the rag that Grandma has handed me. I hear the flame of the match burn to life. I try not watch as she lights the end of the stick, but I hear the wood crackling. The heat of the flame grows hotter as it nears my skin. Grandma takes in a deep breath and presses the flame into my back right above my tailbone. The feeling of my skin bubbling and searing under the flame consumes my senses as it travels up my back. Biting down on the rag, I cannot suppress the screams of agony. The flames do not deviate from their path of my spine and the urge to call on my magic to stop the pain is overwhelming. But as soon as I think that I can’t endure anym

She is good even though it is a downgrade from being a high noble. After a couple of minutes, Hazel placed a mirror in my vision. “Ta-da! You are now Lord Anisel. Since nobody doesn’t know who you are, your appearance has changed. You can morph yourself into someone else. Like Anisel Armstrong from the Archon kingdom. He is a noble there, and he is on vacation.” She said, Looking in the mirror, I was impressed by how she made me look. You couldn’t even tell if it was me or not. “Nice, babe. He really does look like him, to be honest. I wonder what he looks like as king.” Joshua got up to snatch water.

The king turned to his advisors and ordered: -Bring me a magician from the Cursed Lands. A quiet murmur swept through the hall. - But... Your Majesty, even your grandfather expelled all magicians and wizards from Anmar. For more than a hundred years, magic has been banned in our kingdom. Are you... Are you sure? -Yes. Bring the mage to me. As strong as you can find. A generous reward awaits him. You have a week, no more. But, Your Majesty... -Perform! The hall became noisy again, chairs creaked, papers rustled. The king gestured for the adviser in blue, when he approached, he whispered to him:

“Are you awake?” As a faint smile formed on my lips, I straightened upright and nodded. “Yes” “Excuse me, may I know where I am?” I murmured softly. I could barely speak loudly because I was weak beyond measure and at that instant, a woman approached me with a smile on her face. “Congratulations” I furrowed my brows in puzzlement. “Congratulations?” “Yes, congratulations on being picked as the Rogue King’s Breeder” Initially, I had to glance behind me just to confirm that the individual she referred to was standing there because it couldn’t possibly be me!

Once again, I was led down the flaring stairs to the heavy double front doors leading outside the palace. As we crossed the foyer, I realized my heart was racing at twice its normal speed. The doors swung open from outside with a heavy, drawn-out creak, and I faced my terror, everything else around me fading away. In the centre of the courtyard, directly opposite the palace's main entrance, stood Malik Wolfe, the Lycan King, the King of Kings. The monster from my nightmare.

His eyes held secrets untold, and his aura spoke of power harnessed from the depths of the arcane. Within the grand halls of the castle, the magician was greeted with a mixture of awe and trepidation. King Maximilian, donned in regal attire, stood at the forefront, his expression a mask of anticipation and desire. The magician's voice resonated through the chamber as he addressed the gathered courtiers and the king himself. He spoke of the ancient rituals and dark arts that he would employ to extract Isabella's powers. He promised a transfer of strength, a transference that would bind the powers of the princess to the king's own essence.

As the greatest magician in the kingdom, he was way above mere animals, he could take down a bear with one spell so there was no match for him. He kept at it till it got a little dark and then he decided it was time to return to the king and the tent. He used a spell to make some of the dead animals lighter and carried them till he got back to the tent where the king was seated lazily being massaged by a maid.

His kingdom not only contained Dark Faeries, but under his rule there was the trolls, ogres, the were community answers to him as well, pixies and the nasty little leprechauns that Belle despises. "Sorry Aaron I had a visitor that showed up unannounced." She walked up to him and smiled. For a king he was very powerful. He had elite warriors that could steal other faerie powers. Which made them even more scarier. To Jasmine that would be scary but to her it made her respect him even more. "Oh my god Aaron, you will not believe what Belle is!" Belle's head snapped so fast and her eye's narrowed dead straight on Jasmine. "Jasmine, what did I say earlier before we came down here."