A Mans Decree Novels & Stories

After I sat down, the constituents followed, and so as Amarantha. "The Royal Decree will be announced in this hour. An assembly of royal council members to witness the formality of the Alpha King's decision whether to banish and halt Lady Amarantha Randall of her title as the Luna of Prima Tierra Pack or not. The formal meeting has now begun!" an announcer started to utter. He was located at the farthest left corner of the hall. He was reading a passage of the Royal Decree I wrote last night. "The Luna is requested to stand up while I read the royal decree," the announcer added.

Author’s POV… Standing in his dominant, dangerous aura, instructing his men, how to rescue their queen. “Some of you will surround the house” he spoke in his cold voice. It felt like the old monster is back and ready to rule the world alongside his queen. “ Some will enter from backside and I also want a backup team, call all of our members. I will not leave, whoever was behind this.” he commanded further. Giving some more instructions, he shouted “MOVE YOUR ASS OUT NOW AND I DON’T WANT ANY MISTAKE. I WANT CALISTA WITHOUT ANY SCRATCHES OR YOU WILL SEE THE WORST IN ME”.

Corvus unlocked the brass latch with a small iron key, lifting the lid to reveal stacks of hand-annotated parchment and old council decrees dating back to the first Moonborn purges. "They're using Decree 407," Corvus said, his voice deep, gravelly, and carrying a quiet weight that filled the entire room. He picked up a sheet of faded yellow paper, holding it up so Dante and Elric could see the dark wax seal at the bottom. "High Councilor Vane pulled it out of the central archives the moment the third nexus went dark. It's an ancient emergency clause that allows the assembly to declare any unaligned elemental frequency a public hazard, bypassing standard trial proceedings entirely."

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.

"The Divine Decree. Decay!" Gideon's body tensed. Somewhere from deep within, he felt a sense of danger, but he couldn't pinpoint where it was from. "Something's off." He frowned. He felt his energy withering away. One of the Cardinals sneered. "This is the power of the Regnandi Legion's Commander! She can pass divine decree in all aspects!" "That's right! She just invoked the Decree of Decay!" "Gideon, your energy will continue to wither. Your strength will rapidly decline!"

The lead councilman stood up. “I would presume that is some form of joke. My Queen, I know you didn't call us out here for jokes today. Please, tell us why we're here.” I liked how they thought it was a joke so I didn't say anything. They would figure it all out themselves. I picked up the file in front of me and continued looking at it. “Are you serious?” I looked up at him, closing the file in front of me. “I would advise you to watch your words very carefully, Elder Gerald. The King passed the decree, not me. If you have an issue, keep it to yourself until the King gets better and then, you can take it up with him.”

Marce muttered bitterly, dumping the files on my desk. “The Uriahs?” I asked. “Oh yes,” He said, tugging at his tie, already looking like he’d been through hell, though the day had just begun. “Mrs. Uriah submitted a foolish decree, finalize by the councils. All the paperwork was ready. We thought His Majesty would stamp it and move on. But no. He tore it apart and wrote a new one. Now, we are redoing everything. More work added to an already drowning pile.” I felt his frustration like a weight pressing down on my chest. Still, I asked softly,

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.”

"Your reckoning will come in seven days, when I personally arrive at the Black Moon packhouse." "Today, I just wanted to give your accomplices what they deserved." I turned toward the Councilors on the dais. "Honorable Councilors, is the decree effective?" The Head Councilor remained silent for a moment, then nodded heavily. "The Council has no authority to interfere with the judgments of the Founding Pact. The decree is effective." A silver-white light from the Pact burst from my fingertips, wrapping around the two elders kneeling on the floor. It was the process of the main Cross bloodline being stripped away.

Mary Ann’s POV I read the imperial decree three times. The words did not become less ridiculous. They only became more dangerous. I stood near the window of the private Nightveil chamber with the parchment open between my hands while the Moon Council envoy waited several feet away. Modric remained beside the table, silent only because I had not yet finished reading. The decree bore seven seals. Seven. Not one regional council. Not one offended elder. The High Moon Council itself. I read the central charge again.