Chess Stories Novels & Stories

Arthur said packing his book away along with his chess set. "Before you go. There's something I want you to have." I took out the silver chess piece Daniel gave me. "My father gave me this. The king is the most important piece on the board. He told me, the game of chess is not just any old board game but it is also the game of life.

All around. Adrien produced an old, dusty chessboard from a cupboard. "Fancy a game, Champion?" he asked, handing me the board with a challenging grin. The familiar feel of the chess pieces under my fingers brought a rush of nostalgia. Memories of my grandfathers' teachings and pride filled my heart, reminding me of the joy and triumph chess had once brought me. They had always been my biggest supporters, their belief in me unwavering. Tears threatened to spill as I remembered their embrace, their proud declarations echoing in my heart. It was a bittersweet reminder of a time and place where life was simpler and more joyful.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

It's Cypress. "Well, well, well, look what we have here. The lost princess and her stallion. I hope you enjoyed your time together because it's about to come to an end." He holds up a rifle, and before I can move, I hear a deafening blast followed by screams.