The Man's Decree Novels & Stories

Kael bowed stiffly and sat, though the tension in his shoulders didn’t fade. Magnus turned toward the guards. “Seal the decree. Notify the Hunters. By nightfall, the forest will burn.” The Council’s chant began — low, rhythmic, ancient. Twelve voices blending into one, the sound like iron grinding against stone. By blood, by law, by shadow and flame. The decree was done. Later, when the hall emptied, Seraphine lingered in the quiet. The torches had dimmed to embers, and the air smelled of smoke and regret.

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."

One of them said. "Under whose orders and why?" Sylvester asked. "It was a collective decision by all council members. The act of treason is judged and punished by the council," The man said and handed Sylvester a paper. Sylvester did not bother to read the piece of paper. He just tore it. "Out of my house now!" he ordered them, and they shook; even I shook because there was an authority in his voice. We let them leave, and Sylvester's Kappas ushered Dominic to a room.

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!”

The man in the highest seat opened the book and said, “This is an order for the Lord of the Twelfth District’s Human Race, Jacopo Caden. “From today onward, you’ve been stripped of your position as the Lord of the Twelfth District’s Human Race.” Jacopo immediately stood up in protest. “W-Why am I being stripped of my position?” “Hah.” the man in the highest seat snorted disdainfully. “Your job is to follow orders, Jacopo. You don’t have the right to ask all these questions. If you have any objections to His Holiness’ decree, you may go to the Ancestral Holy Site and speak to His Holiness in person.” After speaking, the man casually tossed the book aside and vanished from the hall. Jacopo pic

OK? - Dqccird dad! So I kneel down and my father blesses me, then entrusts me to God's care to preserve me from all negative consequences of this decision that I am about to make. After the prayer, my father and I go out to go to the garden where the wedding ceremony is taking place. It's already time and we take our places while waiting for the bride who doesn't take long to arrive. The coordinator of the ceremony announces his presence and the whole assembly, as well as me, get up to welcome the lucky woman of the day. The ceremony is grandiose and quite sober. There are several great personalities of this country, as well as media reporters and paparazzi. It's normal, I am still the son o

"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.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

A quiet claim. “Beta Zane,” he commanded. His voice carried with ease. Authority flowed from him as naturally as breath. “Your Highness,” Zane bowed. “Announce the judgement and imperial decree,” Sebastian commanded. “Yes, Your Highness,” Zane obeyed and took out the imperial golden scroll. The words shimmered and took off from the scroll to magnify in the skies above. Every citizen of the supernatural kingdom dropped everything to bend on their knees in reverence and anxiously waited for the royal decree.

“Your threats won’t work on me.” “I made an offer, Alpha King.” He spat, glaring at me. “But you refused. I had no choice but to take that offer elsewhere.” “Bullshit!” I growled, my fists clenching at my sides. “You see…” Lucius began, his voice raised to address not just me but the gathered crowd. “John here approached me with a royal decree—one no one else knew about. It’s a decree my late father left in his possession. Here it is.” He raised a piece of paper, holding it aloft for all to see.