The Man's Decree Mga Nobela at Kwento

"She is the anchor. The elder decree." "The elder decree," Xander said, "is a pack-internal document. It governs pack members. It has no jurisdiction over a protected dependent under the Charter." He paused. "Your elders either knew this and proceeded anyway, or they didn't know it, which raises questions about their competence. Either option is concerning." "You're here to observe the curse management," Ryder said, and his voice had gone to its lowest, most controlled register. "That was the agreement."

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.”

A knight promptly dropped to one knee, presenting a thick parchment scroll. “Everyone, bear witness. I shall read aloud the decree from His Majesty.” Instantly, all the accompanying knights dropped to their knees. Even the Count dismounted his horse; the old man sneered, leaning heavily against his cane as he bent one knee into the snow. Kaelus was entirely reluctant, but in the presence of an imperial decree, he had no choice but to dismount. The snow beneath his boots seemed to yield as the Northern ruler was forced to kneel before his sworn enemies.

If they sent a messenger, it has to be serious. “What kind of news?” I ask quietly. He doesn’t answer right away. His jaw tightens, and that’s how I know it’s bad. He finally steps closer, a rolled parchment in his hand. The seal on it glints gold under the dim light. Noticing my gaze still fix on him, he gives me an answer. “An edict,” he says, his voice rough. “A blood marriage decree.” The words hit me before I fully understand them. “A what?”

Murmurs broke across the field, some in outrage, some in relief, others stunned to silence. The councilor’s eyes burned as he raised his arm to the sky. “Any who lift tooth or claw against her again do so as outlaws. You will be stripped of pack, stripped of name, stripped of blood.” The decree fell like a hammer. Nicole straightened, blood dripping from her fur, and for a moment, no one breathed. The war had not ended. It had only changed shape.

“Annie, it’s me. We haven’t been in touch for so long. If your father hadn’t mentioned it, we wouldn’t have known you went to Londres. Come on, it was just a little argument with George. Why did you have to go all the way out there just to sulk? “George’s father has decided to pass the title of Don officially to George next month. You know how it works. Before the previous Don steps down, a formal transition banquet needs to be held, and every major mafia family will send its representatives. We’ll be hosting a massive banquet then, and if you attend it, I will prepare a gift for you, okay?” My family and George’s family were long-time family friends in Solaria.

"He's only a kid." The man merely grinned. "As was every god, king, and ruler before him." I balled my fists up. "You won't take him." His eyes grew gloomy. "Fate is beyond your control." Shaun stepped forward. "Try us." The man sighed for the first time. As though he was let down. "Excellent," he whispered. "We'll let fate make the final decision." He held out his hand before I could respond.

Unable to comprehend what this man is saying, I can only stare at him, baffled. "What does that even mean?" I asked. The man lifted a brow. "Exactly the way it sounds." My heart raced in my chest. Was this man saying he wanted me and not the money? But for what? "No, absolutely not!" My father chimed in. "Shoot me. I know precisely how your girls turn out. They all end up pregnant and spend the rest of their lives as mob wives." He said, shaking his head in refusal.

His seal churned within him, reminding him of the promise he had made long ago and the repercussions of breaking his word. "At least, he can fight in my stead." Dracula took consolation in his son. Mane was forced back by several steps. The young Supreme's figure skidded across the ground, his feet still embedded deeply in the earth. Mane's expression was calm and composed. He didn't seem worried by the fact that he had been pushed back again; suggesting that although it looked like he was the one at the disadvantage, he was not.

Turning around, they came face to face with their enemy. Aiden : who are you?? Man : oh my dear friend, you didn't recognize me… Hahaha he chuckled. Aiden : leave calista out of this. That man looked at calista from head to toe and licked his lips Man : how can I leave her when I want her besides me? After killing, you, I will take her with me. Calista starts shaking and trembling in fear. Aiden holds her in his arms tightly. Aiden : what has she ever done to you??