Demon Joker Chess Novels & Stories

The first thing we spot is the chess piece in his mouth. Damian takes it out of his mouth and looks at it. “It’s a pawn.” Damian says. He looks at the piece frowning. He checks Ello’s pockets next. A note falls out when he takes Ello’s phone out. He reads the note then scoffs. “This was left for me to find.” He mutters. “How can you know that?” I ask. He shows me the note. {Let the games begin Damo. Let’s see if you’ve gotten any better at chess…}

Jordan’s cold and indifferent voice stopped him in his tracks as he was about to leave the room to cry and wallow in sortie because his idol and role model does not want him around. “Yes, is anything the matter?” Damian tried to act tough but Jordan knew he was a softie and he was probably going to sulk. “Do you want to play?” Jordan said as he pulled out his chess board from the drawer. Damian was better at chess than Jordan, that was the only thing he was better at than Jordan at. Jordan almost always suggested that they played chess each time that he annoyed Damian but Damian never noticed that, he was so engrossed in winning Jordan that he never bothered to study the pattern.

Without turning, he gave her an answer that confuses her more. “Simple. You are mine.” *** 14 months ago Russia Grey smoke clouded the room as second air. Although the windows were open and fresh air flew inside, still, it remains unsuccessful to brush the poisonous gas away. White lacy curtains flew along with the gentle wind. The atmosphere was tensed in anticipation, witnessing a tough game between two mobsters. A chessboard was laid between the two with pieces scattered over it. Two glass of finest alcohol rested beside the board, in direct reach of players. One of them wrapped his thick fingers around the marble piece of white knight and knocked the black marble bishop. A cunning smirk

The man hesitated for half a second, clearly not expecting that request in an ICU ward. “…A chess set, sir?” “Yes,” Damian said calmly. “Now.” The man nodded and disappeared. Nikolai grinned. “See? Having power is useful.” Damian looked at him sideways. “Don’t get used to that idea.” “Too late,” Nikolai said, climbing back into the chair. A few minutes later, a sleek travel chess set was placed on the rolling tray table between them.

the younger man chuckled triumphantly, looking down at the piece he just moved. On the farthest corner of the board was the Black Glass Knight, a mighty cavalier riding his horse. He was an eerie, silent chess piece holding a sword in the air. Despite being delicately carved from black glass, his personality shone through with every strong corner and edge he had. He was a soundless beast, ferocious, and ready to kill as he cornered the most important piece in the game, the White King. "Doesn't he remind you of someone?" The younger man lifted the knight one last time. Then, without any ado, he tipped the White King off the board using it. That made the majestic King fall helplessly on the fl

Alec said, touching his forehead like he caught a headache. I stood up not liking to see Alec this way. It makes me sad. I really hated this demon alpha for doing this to the man I so much care about. "I don't think you need to get so flustered because of this Alpha's letter. Just figure out what to do" I said softly, particularly talking to Alec. "You don't know who we are talking about Jessy. This man is a demon that doesn't care about anyone's life. Whosoever he visits, it's all death so stay out of this" Damion said harshly.

The burly elder Demon Saint took out a globular Sky-fleeing Stone Key and put it on a grid of the chessboard formation. The moment the Sky-fleeing Stone Key met with the chessboard formation; the grid burst out a bright silver flame. It was like a mass of soft and crystal mercury flowing and flickering in the void.

"But they will not be able to convict me of murdering her! You know I did not—just now you acknowledged it. You can call them off." Ash scattered into the tray with a careless motion as Jack replied, unmoved by the desperation of the man. "Ever play chess?" "What does chess have to do with this?" Jack stretched out his legs and shook his head. “Everything. Politics is chess with blood on the board. And right now, you’re the pawn.” Kelvin sighed heavily. “You’re not making sense.”

I feel like I need to repeat it endlessly to have it stick to my mind. Kastriv smiles, looking like years worth of tension has lifting from his shoulders. "Keo and I found Atari's plan for the spell. We destroyed it." "No part of you considered keeping it? Just in case?" I feel silly asking, but I know the thought is going to haunt me, even if I trust Kastriv with my life. He takes both my hands into his, squeezing them gently. "Demon's have never been my enemy. In fact, I have one as my mate, and I wouldn't change that."

Just please kill me already, my poor heart can't take this anymore. I taste a metallic flavor pour out of my nostrils and mouth before everything went dark again. I felt myself collapse, but not even the impact against the steel floors could wake me. ******************************** Enters Kris, The Demon-Wolf King's Host, "KRIS! YOU GOT TO GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY BROTHER!" "DUDE, I'M FREAKING OUT!! PLEASE" "THE WITCH KRIS.... THE WITCH!" This friggin idiot! He calls himself a King?!