The Mans Decree Novels & Stories

He set the glass back onto the table with a dull thud. Then, slowly, he stood up from his chair and began to pace behind his seat. "The decree was made by your father, Diane," Anthor said. He watched the shadows dance on the wall. "And that decree stands. Nobody can simply change the law because it has been written under the guiding laws of this pack. It cannot be changed by ordinary hands." "Yes, sir," I replied. My voice was firm. "I know that." Anthor stopped pacing. He walked back to his chair and sank heavily into the leather. He leaned his elbows on the table and locked his fingers together.

” Troy stood hastily, and left the Council. “So dumb! Why did I walk out? I can’t wait to see what this gets me.” Troy mentally kicked himself for the misstep. He reminded himself Misha was still inside, he could get details from her. Deciding to go to his quarters to collect himself, to prepare for the Great Inquisition that was sure to be headed his way. He just didn’t know which of Animikii’s followers it would be to carry out his orders, or if he was wolf enough to actually do the deed himself.

Cassian leaned in slightly. “Choose, Alpha.” The chamber waited. Even my council held breath. Political catastrophe either way. Then I laughed. Softly, and dangerously. Cassian frowned. I stepped forward. Slow and measured. Until we stood inches apart. “You mistake me,” I said. His smile faded. I placed the marriage decree on the table. Then drove a dagger through its center. Steel through parchment into oak. Gasps erupted. My voice carried through stone. “I do not take orders from thieves wearing titles.”

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.

I knew his grudge against Viktor was justified, but I never imagined he would go this far. His threat about me returning in a week didn’t faze me. He could go straight to hell for all I cared. In fact, a new desire to be with Viktor burned through me, knowing it would eat Rhyder alive inside. Maybe that was what enraged him so much. But something more urgent had my attention now. "Decree of Eternal Severance," I whispered, the words like a grip tightening around my throat. It was the harshest punishment in existence. A law meant to purge this world of abnormal and dangerous creatures in order to protect us. But even then, no one deserved an eternal punishment.

He's been storming around this boat like a general for the past week. Good for him. I refuse to let him off that easy. He may use my body against me but I won't give him my words. It's killing him I know, the high and mighty Hank Mancini, to know that he can't break me and I'm having a grand ole time making him pay.

He smiled at my comment and said, “That’s not entirely true because if it wasn’t for me wanting space, you wouldn’t be here.” “I think it’s my decision that led me here.” I said and laughed as he looked at me incredulously. “What?! It was my decision!” “Which one might that be? Your decision to pay off your debt? Or was it to sign the contract that I made sure you would sign?” His face had a huge grin that I so wanted to wipe off. “It was I who decided I should love you.” I declared solemnly and heard a loud snort. “Did you now?” his mocking smile widened as he noticed my glare and he said, “It was our destiny, the moment you threw coffee at my secretary, we were a deal.”

"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."

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.

⸻ THE FIRST DECREE When I rose from the throne, the entire realm shifted. Flames bent toward me. Shadows followed my steps like loyal soldiers. Malik moved beside me—my equal, my partner, my shadow. A ripple of whispers moved across the cavern as demons, spirits, and ancient beings gathered. They knelt—hundreds of them—until the cavern floor disappeared beneath bodies bowed in submission. I lifted my hand. Silence fell so thick it felt like the world stopped breathing. “My first decree,” I said, voice echoing. “No mortal soul shall be taken without cause. No child shall be claimed. No innocent dragged below.”