Chess Novels & Stories

I barked and he only stared at me. “ I haven't brought the game yet.” And just when he made that statement, a servant came on with a massive board, and I wondered what it could be until the servant threw the board on the ground then I realized it was chess…. My favorite game. I play chess whenever I want to relax… If maybe I don't see where to play chess, I'd normally request for a book. So it's clearly obvious that Mirable told him I wanted to read a book, and he brought chess instead.

However, this very talent, coupled with the darkness Frederick carried within, could be a recipe for disaster if left unchecked. With this in mind, Mr. Faith reached into his pocket, producing an unexpected item—a box of Army, Navy, and Air Force chess pieces. "Care for a game, young man?" Frederick realized that Mr. Faith had only been testing him and relaxed his defensive stance. A hint of amusement touched Frederick's lips as he saw the chessboard. Instead of Salmasian Chess, a classic favored by elders, this was a modern military-themed strategy game. Seeing an elderly gentleman like Mr. Faith

He was hunched over a chessboard, eyes fixed in deep concentration. Carlos was dressed casually, looking more like a man who had just taken a bath rather than a royal. His robe hung loosely, revealing broad expanses of skin. One hand held a chess piece, while the other stroked his chin thoughtfully. On the board, only a few black and white pieces remained. The game was nearing its end, though Carlos seemed to be struggling with his next move. "Move the white pawn to d3. It will put the black king in checkmate," I said, unable to hold back my observation.

Half a chess game unfinished by the window. Jessica scouted the building while Michael barricaded the door. Lena sat down at the kitchen table, staring at the chessboard. The game was mid-match. White had sacrificed both bishops. Black was two moves from checkmate. She touched one of the pawns. The piece was warm from sunlight. She moved it. A defensive position. She sat back. And waited. The broadcast came three hours later. An emergency bulletin pushed through encrypted lines, hitting intelligence terminals, private news outlets, dark web boards.

(JASMIN) I had to know the basics of chess so I immediately accepted Ley’s tutorial. “…The bishop moves like this. Vertical,” she moved the pieces just as she told me their moves, “While the rook…could either move vertical or horizontal by how far you want.” “How about the horse?” well it looked like a horse so it has to be, right? “It moves on the two unlinked tips of an L pattern.” “The queen?” “The queen can do all moves except that of the horse.”

Adira yells and takes off. Kendra hangs back, giving the blonde a head start before she shoots off. “Hey!” Adira complains when the brunette zooms past her. “Slow poke!” Kendra mocks as she dives into the lake. Adira rolls her eyes and completes the races. She joins her sister inside the lake and swims to her side. When she gets to the brunette she splashes her water in retaliation for winning the race, and making fun of her. “Hey!” Kendra warns as water splashes into her face.

The peace held into the next day, fragile but real, and by afternoon Reyes had declared, half-joking, half-serious, that she intended to teach me something useful that had nothing to do with financial records or surveillance patterns. “Chess,” she said, setting up a worn board on the war room table that had, for once, been cleared of case files entirely. “You strike me as someone who’d be good at it, if you ever let yourself simply focus on one thing at a time instead of managing five crises simultaneously.” “I don’t know the rules,” I admitted. “Then we start there,” she said, arranging the pieces with practiced efficiency. “It’s mostly patience, disguised as

Thinking of her father, Emmy held back her sadness and looked up at Old Master Young with a smile, "Grandpa, why don't we play chess instead?" "Alright!" Old Master Young readily agreed, "Let's play chess!" The board was set up, and Emmy chose the red pieces while Old Master Young chose the white ones. Although Emmy was not so good at it, she knew that Old Master Young's eyesight was poor so, deliberately chose red, hoping he could be able to see it more clearly. However, she made a miscalculation! In the beginning, the white pieces and the red pieces stood on opposite sides. Even if Old Master Young couldn't see clearly, he kne

But on that table, there was a giant chessboard, with pieces set up for a game. I walked closer, admiring the intricacy of the board and remembering the two chess pieces I had found in Lachlan’s bedroom. They obviously weren’t from this set as these weren’t crystal. These pieces were made of polished oak wood, even the smallest of piece— a pawn was as big as my finger. "You play?” I asked. Olezka leaned against the table, looking at me with a half-smile. “Yes. Do you know how to play?” I grinned back, a challenge lighting up inside me. “Let’s find out.”

My jaw worked but no sound came out as he reached behind him and pulled something from the chest board. Twirling the black glass chess piece between his fingers, he made sure it caught the light. Mesmeriseed I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. “And a queen needs to be fucked by her king.”