A Man's Decree Novels & Stories

They bowed to Tyr respectfully and greeted, “Greetings to the Windsor King.” The only one who continued to remain seated with a gloomy face was Lucio. His forehead was bulging with veins. Obviously, he was not very convinced. Tyr did not bother with what kind of reaction Lucio harbored. Instead, he held the decree in his hand and stated, “Windsor King, Notus Windsor, that all of you are talking about is my master. Before he left, he passed the Windsor Imperial Decree to me. He told me that as long as I have this decree with me, everything that I am about to do next will represent the will of Windsor King.

Carrying a thick leather folder in his left hand and a heavy, coiled black leather whip in his right, he stopped right next to my chair and opened the folder. "Read the official decree to the pack, Jason," I instructed in a calm, flat voice. "Make sure every single person in this clearing hears the words clearly." Nodding, Jason pulled a thick piece of parchment paper from the folder, turning to face the kneeling crowd and the terrified former Alpha.

The men gave him a broad smile. "The king gave us an answer - an order as he called it. He didn't seal it because he wants you to read it too before handing it over," the man told him as he got off the horse. He opened the leather pouch on his saddle and took out a rolled-up papyrus. "Here it is. This is the King's decision,” he said to Hector, handing it to him. Hector took it in his hands and opened it. He read it quickly and smiled.

They're basically at war with us, so that wouldn't be a threat to them. Jeffrey with his sharpness: You white fools, if they knew that Maxmus was with them, they would have killed him themselves and mutilated his corpse. Parad enters quickly, panting, with signs of fear showing on him lander frowning; Why are you panting like that? parade sits; The King has issued a Royal Decree, now haven't you heard of it? Louis exclaimed; No, we did not hear what was written in it Barad replied;

“You want to test me.” “Yes.” “Publicly?” “Yes.” A flicker of satisfaction crossed his features. “Transparency inspires confidence.” Coward. “You will regret that,” I replied calmly and a few of them exchanged glances. “Is that a threat?” someone asked. “No,” I said. “It’s strategy.” “You know what?” I stepped forward, placing the decree back on the table. “I accept.” The word rippled through the chamber, and call me crazy or whatever, but I could swear I saw that man who could as well be my savior curse underneath his breath, like I'd just made a mistake.

But since he carried the king's decree, he still had to be treated with respect. Still, Yuvan caught the meaning behind his words. This decree had likely been meant to be read before he left for his assignment. "Is there another arrangement for my transfer?" Yuvan asked. Hayden only smiled and shook his head. "The king's will is not something we servants can guess. Wouldn't you agree, Lord Fletcher?" Yuvan could only nod in response. "Then please read the decree." He was about to kneel when Hayden stopped him. "This decree is not for you, Lord Fletcher. Please have your wife come out and receive it."

I never expected that after running away for so long, our reunion would happen like this. Seeing me frozen in place, the chauffeur stepped up to explain. “Principessa, today is Mr. George’s official inauguration ceremony. Don Alfonso specifically said that we shouldn’t sour relations at a critical moment like this, considering our families have partnered for a long time. The heads of all the major mafia families are in attendance. If you don’t show up, it will reflect poorly on both of our families.”

My son’s life came first. I stepped forward, my voice carrying across the courtyard. “The decree… the one Metatron made before his death…” My throat tightened, the words like poison on my tongue. “…was not real. It was a false decree.” A shocked gasp rippled through the crowd. Even Jade tilted her head, scarlet eyes narrowing in something between suspicion and amusement. Greg, of course, rejoiced over it. He clapped his hands together, smiling wide for the citizens. “There you have it!” he declared. “Even Kieran, admits the truth. The seal belongs with me, and I alone am fit to rule this kingdom!”

“Alpha Atticus and Anna Vega. The King of the Werewolves has issued a direct command for you to accompany us to the Royal Kingdom immediately. The formal decree of Blood and Bone is here.” Warrior Cleo handed the rolled document to Ethan, who walked forward and presented it to Atticus. “What the hell is this?” Atticus exploded, snatching the decree from the envoy's hand, his earlier anger about the King’s announcement forgotten in the face of this new, public confrontation.

Instead, her breath froze in her throat, her chest tightening until she felt she couldn't draw oxygen. The document bore the royal crest of Alaric’s house, written in the cramped, precise chancery script of the Capital’s high judiciary. But the name at the apex of the reclamation line wasn't hers. It wasn't the name of Raymond’s estate, and it wasn't a demand for the primary female descendant. The decree was short, geometric, and unbothered by the panic of the valley.