Chess Master Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Underneath the image was a single line of text: The historic land covenant Madame Laurent used against you contains an unredacted Appendix B. There is a counter-clause known as the 'Grandmaster’s Immunity'. If an evicted master can assemble a rogue league of fifty titled grandmasters to play a sanctioned tournament on ungoverned territory within 72 hours, the eviction is voided under international law. Call me. - The Alchemist. I stared at the screen, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Daniel," I whispered, holding out the phone. "Look at this."

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My heart was pounding heavily, I licked the blood remnant at the corner of my mouth before facing her. “I got bored of the werewolf realm so I went to the human world. I learnt about the game there,” “What was your identity?” She asked me. It was at that moment I noticed how dull her blue eyes had gone. I didn't want to show my worriedness but it was inevitable. She looks really pale now. I swallowed my saliva and went closer to her. “I took another person's identity,” I responded and sat on the armrest. “Chess game is a game where each player interprets every move as an intentional strategy and may assume it's a trap, leading to an intense level of overthinking and misinterpretation,” I exp

I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground. Laura bent forward, swaying her hips as she crawled to the scattered food. Her movements were exaggerated, and her joy seemed almost genuine. The whole scene made my blood rush hot. I had heard of girls with… unconventional tastes, but I never thought I'd see something straight out of an adult film unfold before my eyes. "Master, I want more…" Her voice dripped with a pleading tone that made me question everything. Why was she doing this? "Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk."

He kept the telescope away, and he indifferently said, “God of War, Power of Almighty. If we let go now, we will only lose a tool like Anthony. But if we don’t let it go, I’m afraid that we’ll all be destroyed.” Weiss was shocked. Since he followed his master, he had never heard such timid words from him. In fact, his master had been killing people. On the west coast, he was even so incredible that he could kill anyone. So, he was known as “Master Centipede.” A powerful man like this would also feel frightened. It could be seen how scary the enemy they were facing now. Weiss curiously asked, “Master, isn’t our enemy Madame Quinn? Is this guy so scary?”

“But do you really think this changes anything? You might have found some semblance of balance, but you’re still just a pawn in a game you can’t even begin to understand.” “I’m not a pawn,” I shot back, my voice steady. “And I’m done playing your games. This ends now.” The mastermind chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent chills down my spine. “Oh, you sweet, naive child. You think you’ve seen my true power? You think you understand what you’re dealing with? Let me show you just how wrong you are.” Before I could react, the air around the mastermind began to ripple, distorting like a heatwave. Their form started to shift, growing larger, more imposing.

“I know you want the Master. It’s obvious how your body can not even keep its desires away. But newsflash, sweetheart… because in two weeks, you will be just as useless as every one of us. When he sticks himself into your hole, he will never come back to you.” Her smile stretched with venom. “Maybe you don’t know, but no lady has ever been to Master’s bed twice. And you… you will just be the same as every one of us.” For a moment, Jasmine paused—unmoving. She stared at her, blank, not even blinking. A quiet thought flickered through her mind: was this psycho always this chaotic, or was her presence driving her mad? Unexpectedly, Jasmine moved forward, slowly and confidently, closing the spac

"You think you're so smart, don't you? With your high necks, your expensive French wine, and your little ghost-codes. You looked at me like I was trash from the sixty-fifth floor. You thought Christopher and Collins were your private property because you handled their blood money." She leaned in closer, until the suffocating reek of her cheap perfume cut through the crisp air of my desk. A wicked, gloating smirk parted her heavily glossed lips. "Well, guess what, Madame Grandmaster? The game is over," she whispered, her eyes flashing with a chaotic, desperate glee.

When he saw me, panic flickered in his eyes before he forced a smile and approached. "Rex, long time no see. Congratulations on your company's IPO. It's truly a remarkable achievement." I nodded politely, feeling nothing but calm. "How have you been?" I asked. He forced a bitter laugh. "Frankly, the company has been in decline since you left. I was demoted and now only manage a small department." I smiled faintly and said nothing more. After the reception, my technical director rushed over. "Rex, bad news. Someone is trying to hack our core algorithm!"

When she spoke, you could see the dark aura enveloping her. “It seems they played me for a fool…”, pausing, looking like she was mulling over what to do. “Let’s play a game with them in return, let’s show them why they should never try and play games with The Mistress. They thought they were dealing with a pawn on a chessboard, they were seriously mistaken and for their mistake they will pay dearly. Let’s show them why the Queen is the most powerful piece on the chessboard”.