A Man's Decree Novels & Stories

a sudden image of my father flashed into my mind. I remembered him lying in that cold, dark hospital bed, his body wasting away to nothing but bones. I remembered the heavy weight of his tears as he talked about his regrets. This decree wasn't just a random law he wrote on a whim. This was his dying wish. This was the one thing he wanted to happen to clean the blood off his hands and that of his ancestors before he met the goddess. He had made this decree knowingly, fully aware of every single consequence that would follow it. And now, this bunch of greedy, cowardly old men sitting in this luxury room were trying to play a game. Suddenly acting like they knew better. Acting like they were sm

"Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with me. Personally." Through the bond, I felt Caspian's fierce pride. Draven's face was purple with rage. "The Council will never approve this." "The Council doesn't need to approve it. I'm the queen. My word is law." I smiled. "Or did you forget that part?" "This is tyranny!" "This is leadership." I sat back down in my chair, the effort exhausting me. "The decree stands. Spread the word." The High Priestess looked stunned but recovered quickly. "The queen has spoken. The decree is issued. This session is concluded."

And far away, in the Stone Hall, the Council reached a verdict that would not be delivered with force… …but with something far more devastating. A decree. And a name. This ends with the seal pressing into wax. And Selene, miles away, suddenly feeling it. Like a chain tightening.

“Don’t dress it up. This is not an offer — it is a fucking clear-cut power decision. And when you say ‘there is no coercion,’ you know damn well there is, because you are the king and I am a servant who just got back on my feet, shielded by your rules — but that protection is not meant to be shoved into your pocket whenever you feel like it.” “Enough,” he snapped. His voice hardened, though he did not raise it much; still, every word cut with precision. “Do not explain the order of my own household to me. I signed the decree that says ‘NO WOMEN ARE TO BE LOCKED UP,’ and I sent that idiot guard to the pillar of shame for raising a foot at you, and I kept you alive when they left you on the st

We marched down the grand corridors and stepped straight into the high war room. The high-ranking generals and the regional minister from the southern grain sectors were already seated, looking thoroughly stressed and exhausted under the dim, flickering chandeliers. Dominic took his seat at the head of the table, pulling my chair close to his right side before throwing down a newly drafted, ink-stained imperial decree. I looked down at the parchment, and my heart violently seized in my chest.

I summoned the chancellor, Henry Morinar. “Prepare a decree. I will revoke the tithe. The Confidant has consented.” “Your Majesty!” The servitor was exasperated. I threw him an innocent smile. “I think we’ve discussed that...” “Your Majesty, don’t be hasty, I implore you.” “I will announce the decree the day after tomorrow.” The Confidant arrived at the palace in the evening. I looked at him, curious. Now that was a smart man, no mistake about it. His robe might have been expensive, but plain enough, and it was clearly hiding a strong and powerful body, while his eyes were full of intelligence and cunning.

His voice was trembling. "Enough!" He drew the dagger from his waist, pointing it straight at the messenger. "This is a trick! This Northern bastard is here to cause trouble. Guards, take him down!" Rowan's loyal Betas immediately lunged from both sides. But the messenger did not even blink. He pulled a parchment scroll from his coat and unfurled it in the air. "The Severance Decree," he read aloud. "Confirmed and sealed by the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, Rowan Cross."

“The Moon Goddess doesn’t sit on the throne. The King does. And he decides what is absolute.” Ragnor’s hands clenched at his sides, the tendons in his arms flexing as if restraining the urge to rip the decree from her hands. “You think a man can rewrite destiny with ink and paper?” His voice was low, dangerously controlled. “The Moon Goddess does not take kindly to arrogance.”

"Every healthy Gorgorian must fight with Prince Andreas, we must not let this affliction befall us the second time!" "YES YOUR GRACE!" They all agreed. "Lord Oder" he called for the lord in charge of the administration and execution of royal decrees such as this. "Yes, your grace" the lord stood from his seat and bowed. "Make sure that this decree is very much adhered to" he ordered. "Of course your grace" he bowed again and retook his seat. "Thank you so much father" Andreas appreciated. "By the way, we must carry on with our celebrations!" He smiled at them all.

"She is the anchor. The elder decree." "The elder decree," Xander said, "is a pack-internal document. It governs pack members. It has no jurisdiction over a protected dependent under the Charter." He paused. "Your elders either knew this and proceeded anyway, or they didn't know it, which raises questions about their competence. Either option is concerning." "You're here to observe the curse management," Ryder said, and his voice had gone to its lowest, most controlled register. "That was the agreement."