A Mans Decree Novels & Stories

I had no right to expect Seraphina's forgiveness for any of this, and I wasn't doing it to earn any. Selene's POV I took the decree out of the false bottom of my chest and unfolded it on the table, checking the seal and signature once more. The official's last note lay beside it. Present it without proof of its source, and it would be refused. I could trace exactly how I'd have to say it. The decree ordered the removal of Ashbourne survivors, and I meant to tell the houses why such an order had once seemed necessary: that the Ashbournes had held a power no king could check, and that the woman now demanding it back would unsettle every house in the room, theirs included.

He realized Tyler had just cut the floor out from under his trap. "I support her temporary status," Tyler said. The Chief Judge struck his wooden mallet on the marble desk to cut off Vane's angry protest. The three judges held a quick voice vote with the regional delegates from the northern and western valleys. The vote carried by a broad majority before the palace faction could call for a recess. Senior Process Clerk Mercer signed the heavy parchment decree. He pressed the Council's broad red seal into the hot wax. Mercer handed the scroll down to my table. The document gave me full legal autonomy and forbade any royal bailiff from stepping foot on my path.

I feel every eye shift toward him, toward Kael, waiting to see which way this breaks. Kael doesn't flinch. "And a prince's discomfort with a decision does not make that decision unjust," he says. "You will learn that leadership sometimes requires measures others refuse to understand." "Then identify the measure's justification plainly, so the pack can judge it for themselves rather than simply trusting your word for it." "The decree stands," Kael says, final, closing the subject the way he closes every subject he's decided isn't open for debate. "You may request a formal review once the matter has been assessed. Until then, it is enforced."

She shook her head, trying to straighten her face, ignoring the impulse to laugh beside herself. There were brass double doors behind the protectors, divided by a large, rectangular stone. Ink was splashing from it every second or two, encrypting words after words until a stanza was made. COGNIZANCE OF THE HIGHEST SUPREME By the Decree of the First Imperial Principle Issued this May 2020 Inside of this sacred threshold, Is the world you have to behold. Magic you’ll see is beyond you, Stealing you’ll be tempted. Tear apart this madness,

Within seconds, the crowd scattered, some exiting through doors in the back of the room, but most of them scurrying up the stairs. "Leeonith, from now on, you are nothing more than a servant to me. Do you understand? You will not get any special treatment. In fact, you shall be treated worse. Do you understand?" What! Treated worse them those poor people? I see she wasn't lying when she said I had seen nothing. I was scared to look at her and I desperately wanted to get away from her. My headstrong bravery I had fell as the cruel reality of Grandmama hit me.

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.

⸻ THE FIRST DECREE When I rose from the throne, the entire realm shifted. Flames bent toward me. Shadows followed my steps like loyal soldiers. Malik moved beside me—my equal, my partner, my shadow. A ripple of whispers moved across the cavern as demons, spirits, and ancient beings gathered. They knelt—hundreds of them—until the cavern floor disappeared beneath bodies bowed in submission. I lifted my hand. Silence fell so thick it felt like the world stopped breathing. “My first decree,” I said, voice echoing. “No mortal soul shall be taken without cause. No child shall be claimed. No innocent dragged below.”

“You may have your seats.” “To the business at hand. We have a new decree and it automatically becomes a law once I read it out, got it?” My eyes scanned the entire hall before I turned to Jerome to continue. He heaved a sigh softly, expelling hot air from his mouth then he began to read out the decree. “A law against mistreatment of mates.” His gruffy chill voice rang out. “From now henceforth, On no account should a mate be found mistreating their mate. No one should keep a female/male close to them if they are mated.

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.

"No. I searched through all the books that held the Alpha King's decree. Each generation, a new book is started to hold his decrees to keep track. It is law to document each decree." Heather said. "Yet there isn't one of this law?" Tori questioned, confused. "No, that's not what I'm saying." My eyes widened. "You believe that this decree has been hidden?" I asked. "What would be the point of creating a law to wipe the existence of someone or people, if there is something physical explaining that the very thing you want people to forget, does exist?"