The Ten Duel Commandments Novels & Stories

A man with a number 10 imprinted on his hand, showing he is on number 10th among the commanders. “Ah my, It’s going to be my lucky day.” He grinned wickedly, getting down from the pile of bodies he made, holding his hammer. “His highness himself is going to be my guest.” Kriss' eyes narrowed in disgust seeing the corpses of his people but mainly, it enraged him. Demise Commandments are also here? He thought not reacting to his words. “Hmm? Number 10?” He spoke, noticing his hand. “Do you truly think you can defeat me, Princy?” He laughed mockingly, licking his lips and running towards him to kill him.

Although the concept of honourable duel between enemies, were considered ancient, or even barbaric in Earth modern world and times. Here in Fantasma, these actions were honoured and were considered sacred, Even in Aeternum Military, I, Myself allowed such clause and law that, a Honourable duel is permitted.

“A duel of Alphas—no retreat, no mercy. This is a fight to the death. The Alpha who emerges victorious shall claim the rule of Blackclaw, and all lands beneath its crown. Power is not merely won with strength, but with the will to survive.” The Prime Alpha’s gaze swept across the armies, pausing on each of the key figures before continuing. “The rules are simple: this is a sacred duel between Alphas. No one may interfere. Should any soldier intervene on behalf of their Alpha, that Alpha will forfeit the fight and lose all claim to the throne.” He let his words sink in before delivering the final, chilling decree. “I’d like to add that if anyone shall break this law, the Alpha they serve will

The moment stretched too long and the silence pressed against my chest like a weight that I could not lift, and then one of Darius’ commanders stepped forward and his voice was sharp when he shouted that I had broken the sacred rule and the duel was void and the law demanded consequence for the Omega who had stepped where she was not meant to go. A ripple moved through the gathered wolves and some nodded and some hesitated because they had seen what I had done and they did not know what to make of the Omega who had stepped into a duel that was never meant to be hers and they did not know what the old laws would demand of the pack that had allowed it to happen.

A growl broke out in my chest and I felt my claws begin to grow out, itching to dig into that bastard and rip him to shreds. “She was never his.” I snarled, glaring at the center table between us. “I know that son, but the challenge has been made, and our laws dictate a response.” He was right. A duel was a very serious challenge and when one was made, the opponent had to respond in one of three ways: By Peace, By Blood, or By Flag.

I was already pretty sure I knew the answer to that, but I wouldn’t ruin my friend’s fun. “The Dirty Den.” She said in a reverent tone, letting the words hang in the air for added effect. “No.” “Come on Ruby, don’t just say no. Think about it.” “Why on earth would I think about illegally sneaking into the wolf section of the city just to go to a dive bar with a reputation for trouble?” My words came out more harshly than I intended, but I didn’t want Corrine to think she had any chance of convincing me. There was no way I was going to risk breaking one of the cardinal rules of our society: Humans must not cross into wolf territory without permission and permission was near impossible to come

And once chosen, there was no resignation letter. I knew what the Cupola was, of course. Every man of honor knows. It has three sacred duties. First, to resolve conflicts between families so that our wars do not become public spectacles that invite the State to crush us all. Second, to authorize the killing of other men of honor or important outsiders—no one dies by our hand without its permission, because unauthorized blood brings chaos. Third, to set the strategic direction for the entire organization: which businesses to pursue, which politicians to own, which enemies to tolerate and which to eliminate.

Ben suddenly laughed so hard that James, Riley and Shin thought his friend was crazy. In fact, the soldiers of the Fermoza Kingdom also looked shocked by the reaction shown by their opponent. “If the Fermoza War General hadn't cheated, there's no way he would have been killed by our War Commander. You guys are so weird!” Ben said, sounding annoyed. Apparently, Ben's words had succeeded in making the remaining enemy troops fall silent. Reiner added, “Anyone knows that a duel between two people has clear rules. If they decide not to use weapons, everyone must obey them. But, the fact is that Fabian Fermoza broke it.”

But one thing was for sure, his step to becoming Commander was just one step away. The young general cheered. "Nineteen Commanders have agreed that should one of the two win the duel, then he is worthy of becoming the new troop Commander. Harlino, I respect you because you are a senior and experienced soldier. Fricker, I trust you because you have the courage to deliver the exciting news, plus you have good skills. You passed all three stages well. I salute you." The Young General was willing for whichever of the two of them won this ultimate duel. "You may behead each other!" he exclaimed as he raised a fist to the sky. He was still standing faithfully under the awning.

Even refusing the duel no longer seemed like an option if he intended to force it upon me. Yet accepting it felt no different from walking willingly toward my own execution. Levi watched every emotion pass across my face before the corner of his mouth lifted into a cold, victorious smile. "So now that you understand," he said evenly, "allow me to explain the rules." My fingernails dug into my palms, but I remained silent. "The Kael'Rhun is a formal duel recognized by the Moon Goddess herself. The rules are simple. Both challengers may use any weapon of their choosing. However, neither participant is permitted to kill the other or inflict injuries that are permanently life changing or immedia