Strange Magic Bog King Novels & Stories

“You’re a rogue, just like us. Don’t wear a crown you don’t deserve. You think slapping the title of Alpha on your chest changes what you are?” A third scoffed. “We’ve heard the rumors.” That one had a thick Glasden accent. Northern blood. I arched a brow, amused. “Oh? Do tell.” Another snarled, “They say you don’t bleed like the rest of us. Say you carve out the hearts of your enemies and eat ‘em raw to take their strength.” A flicker of laughter.

Men in black marched away from a stall, and the old woman at the stall looked frustrated. After the men had marched away, Brianna and Lisa made their way to the stall with the kids. “Mrs. Spencer, have you eventually caused trouble? What were those men looking for at your place?” Brianna asked, and the old woman sighed. “This is a bad sign. My first customers of the day were sent by the Rogue King. He's the symbol of bad luck. I doubt I'm going to have any customers today!” “Shush. He might be around.” Lisa chuckled.

“You weren’t the only one Magus sent a Sentinel to.” “He summoned you.” “He didn’t have to. He just had to tell me where you were.” “Of course.” Killian groaned. *** It dawned on me that this strange character was the one that people throughout the land whispered about. The name everyone knows but has so rarely been seen. The King of Creatures. I could see now why his name was said in such hushed voices. He exuded power in the same way Killian did but he was strange to look at and standing even this close to him, felt like being way too near a lightning strike.

He looks at me, then at the three men sitting in the shadows of the booth. “They’re here, Azel,” Solomon says smoothly, his eyes flashing with quiet satisfaction. He steps aside, opening the heavy door wider. “Lord Azel Whitmore and Lady Amirah Kingsley, meet your potential fighters.” I don't stand. I sit back, crossing one long leg over the other, resting my hand near the silver blade strapped to my thigh. The three figures who walk into the room carry the heavy, distinct scent of rogues—unbound wolves stripped of rank, disgraced by the High Pack, and left to rot on the fringes of the MoonNet Circle.

After the purge, the seven Sages of Bloomington, men who had lived for two millennia, gathered together, dethroned King Cormac, and pursued the Throne family from the Ice Castle, the capital of Bloomington, the General ruler’s abode. Draco stood in the crowd, still as a sword, with hatred pouring out of him for his father, who murdered the female population, including his mother and Andriandita, as the angry mob stoned his father to death. The butcher king never revealed the reason for the act, but Draco suspected that there was more than met the eye. He lightly shook his head to rid himself of the bloody images that filtered into his mind. Eyes steady, Draco looked back at Rodrik as he drew

Tom couldn't be bothered right now leaving me to take up the mantle, my mind was a mess as I wondered what to do next. “Princess?” The elder's smooth voice drew me out of my thoughts, shaking my head. I turned to find him and the other staring at me. A flush of red spread through my neck and ear. “Sorry?” He sighed, ignoring the scoff from the elders as he repeated himself, “What are we to do? The rogue do you think—” I shook my head, “Fret not…the Rogues will not be returning anything soon. Although we couldn't catch the mastermind, we dealt enough damage to cripple their advances.”

"He must be out of his mind! This is magic; who dares to use it in front of the king..." The nobles, who had just been eagerly cheering for blood moments ago, were now silenced by the ambiguous and unsettling situation. They didn't know what had transpired, but merely the mention of magic left them deeply unsettled, their whispered discussions barely audible. I looked at Brigitte, now pinned to the ground by several slaves. She no longer bore the identical face and figure as me; hunched over, trembling, she resembled a shrimp. Her coarse cloth garments appeared intact, showing no sign of the flames that had just engulfed her. Her back was bent, head buried deeply, as if she wanted to bury he

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

"Yeah, that was before I passed the wizardry forest last night -I don't think it's true that a body was found there" Actually I believe everything she said, because I heard heavy footsteps approaching us (the handsome stranger and I) last night, before I took off. I was just finding it hard to accept that, the handsome stranger was wasted just like that. I hope the handsome stranger managed to escape before the beast King arrive, I don't want that body they found to be his. "I'm kinda baffled by something, though" she said. "What?" I asked. "The beast king's palace is built on neutral lands, which is pretty far from our wizardry forest -but why does he always dumps the bodies in our wizardry

Oh, god. “There is not really a plan yet, I'm afraid,” the King said, turning his full attention to me. I swallowed and struggled to maintain his stare. “Gwyddion suspects my near-death experience was as a result of some dark magic and since it intensified when I was with my men, then there's a high chance it's one of them.” “Who do you think it is?” Gwyddion asked. “Rogu,” Alpha Damon and I responded simultaneously. He turned to me but I looked away. When did I become such a mess?