The Mans Decree Novels & Stories

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.

"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

"The curse will kill him before the coronation is over!" A chair screeched. Marcus's voice was uncharacteristically sharp. "And what is your brilliant alternative? Let the witches pick us off one by one while we cower?" "Enough!" Garry's deep baritone rumbled. "The Goddess's decree is clear— no Nightshade shall sit on the throne without consequence." "The Goddess also commanded us to protect our people," Marcus countered. "Or have you forgotten your oaths?" Another voice joined—Tyrin, ever the diplomat. "There must be another way. Perhaps a regency until—"

“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.

The dark red liquid soaked into the Royal Seal, blurring the King’s signature into an illegible mess. "My hand!" Caspian snarled, clutching his palm. He looked down at the scroll. The blood had turned the "Royal Nullification" into a ruined piece of trash. In Aethelgard law, a blood-stained decree was an ill omen, sacrilege that rendered the document void until a new one could be drafted and blessed. Kaelen didn't miss a beat. He stepped forward, his shadow looming over the wounded "Golden Knight." "It seems the Heavens themselves find your decree distasteful, Montfort," Kaelen growled. "The scroll is defiled. And as for the Lady... you’re too late."

No one will have the power to decide the fate of all. The people roared with approval. As it was going to bring equality,hope and Change. Zayne came forward, his voice was calm but casual "Our second decree is to ensure that any rogue who threatens the kingdom will be executed without trial. We can no longer afford mercy. Our expenses for mercy have been excessive.' Gasps swept the crowd. Half cheered his strength. Half trembled at his severity. The crowd reacted with a wave of gasps and half of the crowd clapped for his strength, while the other half trembled at how severe he sounded.

“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.

"The supreme judiciary committee just authorized the winter schedule. They aren't waiting for the border audit." Rowan stood up slowly, his towering, muscular frame completely eclipsing the light from the chandeliers as his aura detonated across the room—a black, suffocating cloud of rain and ash that made the silver cutlery hum with static. "Give me the manifest, Marcus." Marcus slid the heavy parchment across the dark mahogany table, his jaw cording hard as the high stakes of the announcement settled over the room like ice. An invitation arrives. I reached out, my trembling fingers breaking the wax seal as the vanilla sweetness of my scent spiked with a sudden, liquid terror. My eyes track

“What is it?” The rider swallowed. “A decree.” Alina felt the world narrow. A decree meant exile was not only distance anymore. It was law. It was containment with ink. She took the parchment but did not break the seal yet. Her hand trembled slightly, and she hated that too. The rider added, voice dropping as if afraid the words themselves might cut him, “It concerns your movements, Princess. They say… you are not to leave Lethwyn’s bounds without council escort.”

When he learned that the royal decree was meant for me, that unease turned into full-blown panic. At that moment, I straightened my dress and calmly walked up to Hayden. "I accept the decree," I said. I was just about to kneel when Yuvan suddenly grabbed my arm. "Wait." The moment Yuvan spoke, everyone present turned to look at him, confusion on their faces. Yuvan opened his mouth, but then met Hayden's troubled gaze. Hayden said carefully, "Lord Fletcher, you are well favored by the king, that much is true. But interfering with the reading of a royal decree is improper conduct. If His Majesty were to take offense—"