The Mans Decree Novels & Stories

"You stand on sovereign pack land, leading an illegal invasion! Lower your weapons or face the High Alpha's judgment!" ​William looked down from the gatehouse, a cold, mocking smile twisting his thin lips. ​"Judgment?" William sneered, holding up a heavy iron medallion glowing with an ominous crimson light—a High Council Decree signed with three distinct blood-crests. "You have no judgment here, boy. The Council has already declared you unfit. They know what you sought in the subterranean vault. They know you intend to break the sacred anchor!"

They're basically at war with us, so that wouldn't be a threat to them. Jeffrey with his sharpness: You white fools, if they knew that Maxmus was with them, they would have killed him themselves and mutilated his corpse. Parad enters quickly, panting, with signs of fear showing on him lander frowning; Why are you panting like that? parade sits; The King has issued a Royal Decree, now haven't you heard of it? Louis exclaimed; No, we did not hear what was written in it Barad replied;

I was almost going crazy with the fact that there was another man beside her, caring for her and our baby, and making her smile, when I should be the person doing all of that. Jealousy. It filled my bones and marrows. It almost suffocated the life out of me. It should be me. It should be her beside me. It should be us ruling this pack. “Alpha, did you hear anything that I just said?” I whipped my head to Aidan who was still standing before me. Had he said something? I raised my brows, prompting him to go on. “What was that?” “The council's decree,” he said. “And what about it? What decree did they make about the Pack?”

Earl Croyso asked, peering down at the decree with a puzzled expression. Since receiving this vexing decree, he had scrutinized it countless times, its content nearly memorized: “By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Let Earl Croyso of The Court of Justice preside over the case of official Ivan’s negligence of military supplies, which led to the fall of Blackthorn Keep. You are to act according to the law, without leniency or bias!” At the bottom was the King’s signature, and nothing more. It was identical to other official decrees. Where was the method for Ivan‘s salvation?

"There is always a loophole in Council law!" ​Beta Marcus stood quietly near the door, his face grim, a fresh bandage wrapped around his arm from the battle with the Ancients. He didn't flinch at my outburst. He simply stooped down, picked up a heavy, ancient tome titled The Sovereign Decrees of the First Alphas, and set it gently back on the desk.

"May the Moon Goddess blessed the Waevalon Kingdom, Alpha King Claudian, Luna Queen Rachelle!" "Long live, His Majesty, Alpha King Claudian, Her Majesty, Luna Queen Rachelle!" They all clapped after the loud cheer from the audience. Claude and I looked at each other as this was the cue to announce his decree. He raised his hand to halt them. "I will also announce my first decree." I inhaled and exhaled. I glanced at Grand Alpha King. He had a slight confusion written on his face. He knew that his son had never announced a decree before. He knew how careful when announcing a decree as this is irrevocable.

I gave him a gentle nudge before opening it. Emmett’s handwriting was firmer than before, though it still slanted at the end of sentences when he wrote quickly. Dear Sister. First official decree: Hann may not say “when Marcus used to do it” more than twice per meeting, or he must pay one coin to the orphan fund. I burst out laughing. Elijah raised his eyebrows. “What does it say?” he asked curiously. “That my brother is already ruling wisely.” I kept reading. Second unofficial decree: I need you to stop sending me reminders to eat. I’ve already eaten. Hann made sure of it. Claris made sure Hann did. Joe brought bread. I’m not dying.

Archer knelt a few feet away, wrapping a burn on Maren's forearm. I was the first to see it. Carved into the stone wall beside the prison entrance, still smoking from whatever blade had cut it. Letters. Deep and jagged and deliberate. The Blood Decree comes at the full moon. "Kellan." My voice came out strange. "Look." Kellan turned. His face was already grey with exhaustion, but when he read the words, what little color remained drained away. Maren stood up, her bandaged arm forgotten. Archer's hands went still.

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?”

“The Moon Goddess doesn’t sit on the throne. The King does. And he decides what is absolute.” Ragnor’s hands clenched at his sides, the tendons in his arms flexing as if restraining the urge to rip the decree from her hands. “You think a man can rewrite destiny with ink and paper?” His voice was low, dangerously controlled. “The Moon Goddess does not take kindly to arrogance.”