All The King's Men Novels & Stories

The air shifted the moment the door creaked open. Silence fell like a shroud, heavy and suffocating, and every man in the room rose to his feet. Their eyes flicked to the entrance, and in unison, they straightened their suits, stiffened their shoulders, and bowed their heads in reverence. The Ice King had arrived.

The argument room, as I've dubbed it, is full of King's personal guards. These men are his leaders for good reason. All are deadly fighting machines and have proved their loyalty. Cabel, who married an island woman a year ago, is back as one of King's guards. It's nice to see him at the table. He doesn't smile or acknowledge me and even knowing why, it frustrates me. At least it does until a woman looks in King's direction. Then I understand completely. That doesn't mean I need to like it. Cabel has his mating rage under control and just in time. We need him.

*** THREE DAYS LATER. “THE KING HAS ARRIVED!” The crier at the door announced with a loud shout and the court became silent immediately. King Kaiden walked into the court dressed in gold and red royal robes, his attire dragging behind him as he walked, caressing the cold tiled marble floor. His face was set in a stern expression, his eyes stone cold and his eyebrows arched like a sharp silver knife as he walked in the midst of the ministers of the court.

She never gave any attention to the people around her – for her eyes were glued only to the man sitting highly in his golden chair. A man wearing a combination of white and black overall dashiki-type shirt stood up and cleared his throat, trying to catch her attention – or more of trying to stop her insolence by looking directly at the king. “State your name and your case.” A loud and booming voice filled the entire room – it was from the tall man with tan skin who was standing. Tamara blinked and flinched a bit – her eyes were torn apart from the King and roamed around the room. She looked at the man who had just spoken and her forehead creased as she opened her mouth to say a word – but so

The king's men were all gathered in front of the packhouse, waiting for their king, who was slightly upset about putting the beta in command as he led his army. The warriors' expressions left no doubt about the sorrow in their hearts, but if there was any doubt, the cries and moans of their families demystified them. The general and his second in command stood in front of the door, waiting for their king, and the remaining commanders stood in front of each squad. The king leaves the packhouse door with decisive and sure steps. There is no doubt on his face what he is going to do, but his heart is restless.

“Soph?” The king’s voice echoed over the phone again and she realized he was waiting for her to respond. “I understand, my king, please take care of yourself,” She responded to him. “I will, you do the same and I will see you once I get back,” He said and hung up. She missed him immediately the line went dead. “I guess I have to sleep alone tonight, cons of hooking up with the king,”

replied the deep and powerful voice of the king and Nicklaus smiled and entered the room immediately the eunuch opened the floor. He entered the room and met the king. The man who wss supposed to be the most handsome of their kind if not for the birth of Alex which changed that. The king who wss already a thousand years old looked so young like a man in his early forty with a perfect figure and handsome features. He wss like a model that came out straight from a magazine. His beauty was extra ordinarily and only a bit less that Alex beauty. Nicklaus knelt down and greeted the king " Hello your majesty " Nicklaus greeted and remained there

There weren't many people in the room anymore and they must have been busy and most importantly, there were no women or hardline fans of King. “I told you not to be slow. I don't like work that is done slowly. Your habit from the past is that if there is an assignment, it always takes a long time to learn. It's better if the results are good, but the results are ordinary anyway.” “Just fight it out. Where are you now? Your mouth is begging to be poisoned.” “Go home already.” King chuckled. “There's a taxi waiting for you downstairs. Pity he waited too long.”

NINA Five males dressed very finely—one in black, one in black and gold, another in navy blue, another in blue and silver, and one in white—while the king was wearing similar garments, but white and gold. Each of the males holds a small box in their hands. “It is an honor for us to be part of this moment,” the oldest says, and I find it strange, but I don’t know their traditions. I turn to the king, who has a smile drawn on his lips, and the queen also holds a box exactly like the males’. Like me, Eros is serious; he seems to find some attitudes odd but remains silent.

"Good morning, people of Toten Seelen, We are here for the annual cooking. Before we read out the rules, let's first greet the king and everyone else that we need to greet for being here today. So stand up, let's do that." Everyone stood up, including Reagan and Kingsley." "All bow for the king," Rowen shouted. "Long live the king," Everyone shouted, then bowed. "For Queen Elizabeth, long live the queen." "Long live the Queen!" we shouted, and the queen sat down. "For Prince Reagan, long live the prince," she shouted. "Long live the prince!" We shouted too, and Reagan sat down. "For Prince King Kingsley Long, live the prince." We answered her, and he sat down.