A Man's Decree Novels & Stories

He said, then sighed. "All we discovered was that most people on your father's council were corrupt. We also saw the signed decree your father sent to Frederick agreeing to the slave trade. Still, when we cross-checked the signature on the parchment and other decrees your father had signed, we found that the t and the s were similar but not the same. Meaning the slave decree was a forgery," he said, pausing for me to take it all in. "And what does that signify?" I asked him, and he sighed.

That was all that mattered. "I'm proud of you, sweetheart," Dylan whispered beside her. She smiled sweetly at him and touched his face. "Thank you." As the cheer quieted, Ezekiel stepped forward again. "Your Majesty, according to the custom of our people, you have to make your first official decree." "Oh," Scarlett murmured. "What should it be?" "It's up to you, Your Majesty. Whatever it is you decree, it will be carried out." Scarlett was thoughtful for a moment. Then an idea occurred to her.

“I have never seen this before. It does not come from any council archive I know.” Jem’s brows tightened. “That doesn’t mean it’s fake. How can you be sure?” Dante met his gaze directly now. “Because I’ve seen the real decree. I know its language. I know its seals. This—” he tapped the document once, “—doesn’t match anything official. Not even close.” Jem’s throat moved as he swallowed. “So what are you saying?” Dante’s eyes darkened slightly, not with anger at Jem, but with something more focused. Something calculating.

Melody’s POV "A decree?" I repeated, my voice almost cracking. "Yes," Jay replied firmly. "I asked the Alpha King, with the Luna Queen's assistance. The Alpha King will soon make a decree for our mating. Don't you think it's prudent to mend what we have before that happens?" My eyesight blurred for a second as the gravity of his words hit me. A decree signified no choice. My future flashed before my eyes, a future in which I was bound to Jay without a choice and had to witness my death a second time.

"I came to collect what the High Council just signed over to my bloodline." He reaches into his leather harness and pulls out an official, iron-stamped pack decree, slamming it against my chest with his free hand, forcing my palm flat against the cold parchment. "Read the bottom line aloud to your father," Celt purrs, his hot breath fanning across my lips, his grip on my waist turning to solid steel as he pins me against his body. "Tell him who owns your trial rights now." My breath hitches, my heart hammering violently against my ribs as my eyes drop to the blood-red runes stamped at the bottom of the parchment:

Faster than fury. He ripped Onika's hand from Hasmik's throat with a snarl. She let out a shriek of protest, but it was drowned beneath the sound of Hasmik collapsing to the ground, coughing hard and gasping for air. "Never in your life," he ground out, "lay your hands on any of my subjects again." The air shifted. Power bloomed like a pressure wave crawling across my skin like static. His beast was rising beneath his skin. "This is a royal decree," he continued. "Effective immediately. You will pack your things and leave the palace."

He looked far too pleased with himself, his withered face twisted into that condescending smirk I was growing to despise. "Your Majesty," Malakai began, not bothering to wait for permission to speak. "After the disgraceful display at last night's banquet, the Council has drafted a formal royal decree for your immediate signature." I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched him step closer. I hated how easily these old men assumed I was soft just because I hadn't executed half the council yet. I hated that they mistook my patience for weakness. "Read it to me, Malakai," I said, my tone flat. "And make it quick."

She looked at Yang Xiao and hesitated. The black figure spoke once more, “You don’t have to arouse too much hostility against me. I’m only here to convey the Sire’s decree! Of course, if you arouse hostility against me, then it’s utterly impossible for a mere Half-step Martial Emperor like you to endure three moves from me!” “Imperial Decree has been passed on. Farewell!”

“Subjects of Florence, seeing this decree is akin to seeing the emperor. Soldiers are not allowed to raise their arms. Civilians are not allowed to step foot. Otherwise, it would be considered contempt for the emperor of Florence, an unforgivable crime!” Although the decree was short, the contents weighed heavily and instantly blocked Dax’s path. He did not have Andrius’ courage and did not dare to go against an imperial decree. Brandon put away the decree smugly and said with a fake smile, “Dax, this decree came from Kiyoto. It’s a decree from the imperial palace!” He pointed to the soldiers behind Dax, showing off a pompous attitude. “Are you sure you still want to search my base? If you h

I whisper to myself. The newborn god hears it. “You want her approval.” “I do not need it.” “You want it.” Silence. The crown hums again. This time it shifts abruptly. A ripple spreads through the decree I issued. “What did you do?” I demand. “Nothing,” the newborn god replies calmly. Death’s gaze sharpens. “The decree adjusted.” “Adjusted how?” I ask. “It removed ambiguity.” Cold slides through me. I reach outward again. The decree now includes harsher enforcement.