A Mans Decree Novels & Stories

Mercy's words were like a bucket of cold water was thrown over his head. They rang in his ears. A Royal Decree~ Only a Royal Decree had the power the summon a ruling King or Queen. And it was only issued if a Monarch had fallen or was about to fall leaving his or her unattended Kingdom or Queendom behind for grabs. "From which Kingdom has the Decree been issued?" Vladimir inquired with a calculating gleam in his eyes. The prospect of attaining a whole Kingdom made excitement rush through his veins like opium. "The Decree had been issued from the Queendom ruled by Amber King and Darach King." Vladimir's lips parted, his eyes filled with bafflement.

Luckily for him, his Enlightenment provided answers. Yes, Mane had to kill personally before being able to extract Edict. This was because Devour was a skill born from the Laws of Life and Death. Mane’s Enlightenment had given him some insights into both laws and he understood that they were connected. Mane couldn’t take from something that had already died. Since he was the bearer of the Law of Life and Death, he had to govern it. If he was to take from the dead, he had to be the one to pass the death sentence.

"By the authority vested in me as Alpha of Alphas, I declare a new law that binds us all. The time of separate regions is over. We must now surrender our individual crowns and titles to serve under one ruler, Queen Zaza, Queen of the Lands. Her wisdom, strength, and compassion have proven her to be the leader we need in this new era. She will guide us through the challenges that lie ahead, ensuring the prosperity and safety of all our people." "This decision is final and binding. Those who choose to resist or refuse to acknowledge the Queen’s authority will be considered traitors to the unity we have fought to establish." I paused, allowing the weight of my words to sink in as I considered t

“It is difficult to breathe these days knowing you are so far away and that you are mad at me. The Alpha King will soon issue a decree for our mating. Do you not think it wise for us to repair our relationship before that?“ For a moment, the room spun around me. I gripped my knees, my knuckles turning white. The world went silent around me once I made sense of the words he just spoke. A decree? My future flashed before my eyes, a future in which I was bound to Cassius without a choice and had to witness my death a second time. Everything I had worked towards would be gone in an instant. “No,” I whispered harshly. “It will never happen.” Even the goddess herself would not make me go back to C

A royal decree. Lucretius broke the wax with practiced ease before unrolling the parchment. When he began reading, his voice filled the chamber with the authority of a man who had spent years commanding battlefields. "By decree of His Majesty, Alpha King Claudian Alexander of Waevalon..." Every word struck the room with quiet finality. "...following the completion of a royal investigation conducted under the authority of the Crown..." Marcelo's face remained composed, but only barely.

“I’m your enemy because I didn’t stay useful.” His hands trembled. “Stand down,” he snapped at his men, voice cracking. I smiled wider. Too wide. “See,” I said, “that’s the thing about decrees. They work great on paper.” I lifted my hand. The forest answered. Roots surged. Shadows moved. The night leaned forward like it had been waiting for permission. “But out here?” I finished softly. “You’re just men. And I am having a very bad week.” The first hunter lunged.

I gave him a gentle nudge before opening it. Emmett’s handwriting was firmer than before, though it still slanted at the end of sentences when he wrote quickly. Dear Sister. First official decree: Hann may not say “when Marcus used to do it” more than twice per meeting, or he must pay one coin to the orphan fund. I burst out laughing. Elijah raised his eyebrows. “What does it say?” he asked curiously. “That my brother is already ruling wisely.” I kept reading. Second unofficial decree: I need you to stop sending me reminders to eat. I’ve already eaten. Hann made sure of it. Claris made sure Hann did. Joe brought bread. I’m not dying.

Red and unmistakable. "A royal decree," he explained. "To be read publicly and distributed throughout the kingdom." My stomach dropped. "Publicly?" "Yes, Princess," he confirmed. I glanced at Ethan. His expression was carefully neutral, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. "Very well," I said slowly. "Read it." Caden broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. He cleared his throat and began to read, his voice carrying through the hall. "By order of His Majesty, King Alaric Darius, the following decree is issued to all citizens of the kingdom."

Earl Croyso asked, peering down at the decree with a puzzled expression. Since receiving this vexing decree, he had scrutinized it countless times, its content nearly memorized: “By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Let Earl Croyso of The Court of Justice preside over the case of official Ivan’s negligence of military supplies, which led to the fall of Blackthorn Keep. You are to act according to the law, without leniency or bias!” At the bottom was the King’s signature, and nothing more. It was identical to other official decrees. Where was the method for Ivan‘s salvation?

“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.”