A Mans Decree Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

“Or I will find someone who can.” He turned and ascended the dais again, settling back into the throne with the weary grace of a man used to giving orders that cost other people’s lives. “Court is dismissed,” he said. The hall emptied in a rustle of silk and whispers. Lucian stood very still until the doors closed. --- He signed the decree in private. The parchment lay rolled on a smaller table in one of the council antechambers, its top lines already dense with careful, merciless script in Rowan’s hand.

The words looked ancient, heavy and ceremonial, filled with phrases that sounded more like vows than laws. But eventually, deeper into the decree, the language became clearer. Simpler. And somehow that made everything feel even more real. My eyes slowly moved across the page while I read it, and it says; ‘The bond between the Williams heir and the surviving Malik descendant must be formalized through ceremonial binding before the Williams heir reaches his fortieth year.’ My chest tightened slightly. I continued reading slowly. ‘Failure to complete the binding before final acceleration will result in irreversible curse progression beyond stabilization or bloodline intervention.’

Archer knelt a few feet away, wrapping a burn on Maren's forearm. I was the first to see it. Carved into the stone wall beside the prison entrance, still smoking from whatever blade had cut it. Letters. Deep and jagged and deliberate. The Blood Decree comes at the full moon. "Kellan." My voice came out strange. "Look." Kellan turned. His face was already grey with exhaustion, but when he read the words, what little color remained drained away. Maren stood up, her bandaged arm forgotten. Archer's hands went still.

"I was just looking at the horizon. For the first time in five years, there is nothing standing between us and the edge of the world." ​Alexander tightened his grip, his lips curving into a slow, devouring smile. He turned me gently in his arms until I was facing him, his dark obsidian eyes searching my face with an intensity that burned brighter than the rising sun. ​"Good," Alexander whispered, his voice dropping into a deep, mesmerizing register. "Because I have a final decree to issue, and it doesn't require a board of directors, a federal prosecutor, or a corporate merger." ​I raised an eyebrow, a playful spark dancing in my eyes. "Oh? And what does the King decree on this fine morning?

"May the Moon Goddess blessed the Waevalon Kingdom, Alpha King Claudian, Luna Queen Rachelle!" "Long live, His Majesty, Alpha King Claudian, Her Majesty, Luna Queen Rachelle!" They all clapped after the loud cheer from the audience. Claude and I looked at each other as this was the cue to announce his decree. He raised his hand to halt them. "I will also announce my first decree." I inhaled and exhaled. I glanced at Grand Alpha King. He had a slight confusion written on his face. He knew that his son had never announced a decree before. He knew how careful when announcing a decree as this is irrevocable.

" I proclaimed with as much authority as I used before. Though there was hardly a situation like this, it is widely taught and known among the royals that should a situation like this arise, the royal that made the degree has the authority to undo the potency of the command within the next hour by also making a decree. Looking back now, I can't help but be pleased with what I did. Even though I retract my decree, with what was reported back to me, barely a few made it alive in the span of six months I gave them.

they're essentially the same thing, aren't they? "So you wanted to speak to me," I said, a playful grin spreading across my face, "just to warn me about this?" Agnus's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. The young man before him, the one who had just confessed to inadvertently sparking a war, remained remarkably composed. This unexpected calmness, this unwavering resolve, forced Agnus to re-evaluate his approach. He shook his head, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice. "No, I want to offer you a deal." He reached for the scroll, his fingers tracing the lines of the decree. He turned it, revealing the final line, a royal order etched in ink.

The crowd erupted in fervent cheers, their spirits ignited by Lana's proclamation, embracing the idea of equality and empowerment. Lana's voice softened, her gaze becoming distant as she spoke the next decree. "We have suffered great losses, and we must honor those who have fallen. I decree a week of celebration to commemorate our victory, followed by the Morning of the Dead—a day dedicated to remembering and paying tribute to the brave souls who fought alongside us. Let their sacrifice never be forgotten." The crowd's response was overwhelming, a collective roar of approval and gratitude filling the air. The people hailed Lana, their trust in her leadership unwavering.