All The King's Men Novels & Stories

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”

Spears dipped low. "How dare King Dave step into my territory?" the king roared, his voice vibrating through the water. "Has he forgotten who owns this sea? Abel, Dove, Ruff— and you standing there behind Dove looking like an idiot, what's your name?" Everyone turned their heads slightly to see who the king was talking to. Silence fell, heavy and sharp. A man in his forties, malnourished with green eyes and red curls, scrambled forward and dropped to his knees three feet from the king. His voice was rough but familiar.

Everyone had one question: who killed him and why? ‘Friends!’, he cried again to attract attention. Everyone looked at him. ‘ I know, you don’t know me. Neither do you consider me as one of yours? But tonight a crime has been committed. Your king has been murdered.’ Again whispering arose. ‘ Who killed him?’, someone asked. -‘Where is Karseus?’, another one joined. -‘Why should we listen to whatever you have to say? Who are you?’, the third one put in.

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

She said ecstatically and ran out of the room. ************************ In a short while, the King's room was almost filled to the brim- occupied by his three brides, two Royal physicians and some members of the council. They all surrounded the King's bed, happinesses in the hearts of many. Lincoln was sitting up on the bed, that regality of superiority, going all around him. One of the physicians were checking up on him, while the other stood on standby. "He's perfectly fine" the physician said with a broad smile as he stood straight from the King.

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

Silvia remembered when the King came to her with Keanna in his arms the night of the rebellion with blood on her. “I’m leaving this lady in your arms, Silvia. She has her heart on her sleeve, you’ll see everything in her eyes.” A man who has never opened his heart to anyone and a woman who embraces her feelings. I will hold her close to my heart, King Neil. She smiled as she made that silent promise. “If my lady says the word, the King will immediately fill the entire room with gold, silver, and treasures.” Keanna was confused for a moment, wondering why the King would do such a thing if she asked.

Casian sprawled nearby, wearing boredom like a badge. The King stood up front, drowning in those enormous robes, silver-streaked hair tied back like he was posing for a painting. Alaric made his way up, bowed. Played his part. “You’re late,” the King said, but there was a little warmth, buried deep. Alaric straightened. “Sorry, Your Majesty.” The King gave him this long, searching look, then finally spoke. “A man doesn’t always choose what’s right. He chooses, and then he makes it right. Because, there's no right decision, you make it right.”

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

Or, dear God, to Naomi? No. King wasn’t talking about any of it with anyone but King’s Men, the people that he paid handsomely to launch themselves into danger with him, good people with backgrounds in the military, black-ops, security, the most elite of the elite forces. King's priority was to keep safe the people he loved and cared about in his personal life, and away from all this ugliness… and that meant shutting the hell up. It also meant putting up with lots of looks like the ones being directed his way right now. Uneasily, King thought about Naomi’s departure that morning. She’d kissed him, thank Christ, and let him hold her close. Then she’d pulled away and given him one of her searc