Chess Master Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno

> “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.” She heard scratching along the paper’s edges. Thousands of tiny, black shadows climbed up—spiders made from broken computer code, hungry and relentless. They were coming for them. “If the Author’s a prisoner and the Board’s lost control… who’s the dark master that’s taken the pen?”

CHAPTER 19 He thought he got her, but hours later, he was already sweating bullets. She can play. He did not know he married a Chessmaster. Agnes seems to move her pieces with no care, but it becomes a trap for him. In the third round, he gives up. A beautiful green-eyed witch genuinely beat him. "Are you sure you want to give up?" She asked innocently. "Don't laugh." He growled at her. Her laughter echoed in the cottage room. It was music to hear her laugh. She was beautiful, and Chris felt the urge to kiss her.

(MY FUTURE DIARY) “FUTURE, GAMES AND THE HUNTING SPREE.” With a sinister smile, HE draws unto HIS face while all along is looking and monitoring every one of His creation and HIS gain loyal pawn in this chess game that HE is playing with Him. The mistress wonders, but more like taunting when she asks. “Mirai Nikki?”

This master manipulator had observed our every move, studying our strengths and weaknesses, and now sought to test our resolve like never before. The Puppetmaster's actions were shrouded in mystery, leaving a trail of cryptic messages and puzzles for us to unravel. It became a cat-and-mouse game, where every step we took led us deeper into a labyrinth of mind games and psychological warfare. We realized that this adversary was not to be taken lightly, and our lives would never be the same again.

Just a polite dismissal like I was some gigolo she'd hired for the evening. I picked up the money with a dark chuckle. It was absurd. Here I was, Lorenzo Blackwell—CEO of GN Group, one of the most powerful men in the underworld—being treated like a man whore. But my amusement wore off quickly, I was reminded of something troubling. My condition. It was something that couldn't be explained even by doctors. They had no cure for it. I had labelled it a curse. But this woman I'd successfully slept with had proven that she was the only solution. She had broken the curse. But she had also disappeared.

" He asked his eyes threatening to bulge out of his sockets. "No my Lord, it isn't your own Master Damien, it is another Master" Galene muttered fearfully and quickly wiped off the name on the drawing. "Another Master? Which other master bears Damien?" He asked pinning his gaze on her. "The mas...master in my grandmother's stories" Galene stuttered swallowing hard and pinning her gaze to the floor. "The master Damien in your grandmother's stories have horns and ugly, why does it bear my name? Master Damien asked again enjoying the fear in her eyes.

She hurriedly asked, "I'm sure you remember the last time he came over to visit. After all it was just you, him and Old master Clemon." Mark said straightforwardly, "What are you talking about? And who is old master Clemon? Doesn't ring a bell at all!" Hearing this, Tehilla's insides itched with hatred. She wouldn't bother talking to these old men if she had a choice. These old people should've gone to hell a long time ago. They are stupid and silly but they just won't die. His hands even tremble when he's playing chess. What's the point to being alive? He's just like this idiot of a elder. He can't even tell the difference between a cat and a human and is even treating a cat as his son!

He wouldn't ruin in just because of some impulsivity of impatience. Those who are in a hurry are those who are afraid. He was not one of them. No one expected it, no one really saw it. Not even Matthias Cox. Let alone Althea. Both still believed they were in control of the game. Even though the chessboard had been tilted from the start. People like them were always too busy looking in the wrong direction. Let them. Let them chase ghosts, and follow false leads. It was exactly what he wanted to do, what he wanted to plan. Let them trust the wrong people. It's part of the story. A necessary tension before the curtain dropped and showed who was the master.

I spat sweetly, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If someone were half as insane as you were. Want to know something? Only someone insane would kidnap someone’s childhood friend to use them as a pawn in a sick game!” The Game Master paused for a moment, and then erupted in thick, deep laugher. It ricochets off the minimalistic furniture in the room. It glided down the onyx chaise lounge and bounced over the little coffee table. I drowned in that laugh for a moment, one of melted chocolate and whispered promises. “I would absolutely adore it if someone were as insane as I.” He chuckled, gliding closer to me. I refused to stiffen or balk, staring him down as though his face weren’t completely ob