The Mans Decree Novels & Stories

“Your personal quarrels are irrelevant and won’t hold water. The decree... the forbidden decree... requires the Luna to declare her mate, and her mate will be the father of the unborn child.” My heart lurched just hearing them argue over me. Roderick inhaled sharply, taking it all in, while Norway stiffened where he stood. “What decree are you talking about?” I forced out. Maron lifted an ancient scroll tied in black. “The Decree of Sole Claim. A Luna may carry only one Alpha’s heir. If there is confusion, she must choose publicly, and it will be permanent. The unchosen Alpha…” He met my eyes. “…will be exiled or executed.”

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.

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.

“In your complacency, you’ve provoked the one person you should have never provoked- the one person with the ability to take away everything that gives you power.” “How stupid!” I spit. “How incomparably stupid”. The faces of the Elders drain of color as it becomes clear to them. Dominicus’s voice which had not stopped reciting continues, his final words ringing out in the charged atmosphere. Per vim huius decr (By the power of this decree,) Te excipio, in aeternum liberum. (I accept you, forever free.) And then, the moment arrives. “You’re right, I am not their Alpha…” I say softly.

“The King. I only took what was mine.” It was outrageous. Why would the King make a decree like this? If this man got the child, she would be left with nothing. No home, no family, no hope. It was unfair. I don't see any reason why he should get anything especially when he cheated. “As from this moment, let it be known that the laws have changed. On account of infidelity and death, the woman will get everything she desires. On account of infidelity, the woman would get even more. This is my decree. Anyone who goes against it will face death.”

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!”

"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.

“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.

“Good. Let them.” “High Councilor Theron, draft the decree. Sierralya Ainsworth is hereby declared a traitor to the crown.” "She made her choice, and now I'm making mine.”

In response to the spirit's final words, the manor’s crystalline veins blazed with a brilliant, blinding gold light for a long, dazzling moment before finally settling back into a hopeful, but still deeply uncertain balance. The chief presiding elder finally rose to his feet, his booming voice carrying through the immense hall with a solemn, unavoidable weight that demanded absolute compliance. “The grand manor has heard all testimonies presented before this council,” the elder announced, looking across the chamber. “The lesser spirits of our ancestors have spoken. The First Pact itself stirs within the foundations. We will now deliver our final judgment.”