Demon Joker Chess Novels & Stories

Dexter's voice greets calmly as he walked close enough for me to see his face clearly but the person with him still refused to move. "I guess it's time for you to finally decide my fate." I stutter a reply nervously, watching as the shadow behind him slowly walks closer to where I sat. "I won't be doing that, he will." Dexter replied with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. "It's nice to meet you lady. I'm Damion, the Alpha of the pack you trespassed." He introduces, eventually moving close enough to me and the minute both our eyes met, my heart stopped. "MATE!" We both whisper quietly with wide eyes.

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

A knock on the door broke them apart. "That will be our meal," Faelon stated firmly as he headed to the door. He wiped his eyes as he proceeded to open the door. A demon disguised as a human man pushed the cart in with two covered silver plates upon it. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket with two wine glasses. His name tag read Felix and his eyes narrowed at Sophia. Faelon knew her bright soul would give demons pause so he observed him carefully. "You may leave it. I can handle the rest," Faelon stated bluntly. The man glanced at him and seeing his stern eyes grew nervous.

I spit out. His whole demeanor contorts. In a flash, I'm pinned up against the locker with his hand squeezing my throat. "I'm ready for a rematch, and I know I can rip your heart out this time," he breathes out happily, leaning forward. "And I'll do it in front of your precious little mate. Then, I'll rip out his broken heart that's been shattered to pieces and feast upon it. How does that sound?"

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

Diego was merely a pawn, and I had to find out who the real chess player was. *** follow i* @iindwi_z

I decided to interpret it that way, though not without some skepticism. While I was lost in thought, Zach had already picked up a bottle and bowed halfway before me, filling my glass with precision. It appeared he knew when to be firm and when to bend when necessary. Under the shifting lights, his chiseled face looked impassive, his eyes revealing nothing, as though he had transcended all worldly desires. It was laughable that, even in this situation, he still clung to his pride. Deliberately, I tipped my glass over, spilling wine onto his pristine white shirt.

she said and I sighed. The cloud of a potential war was looming over our heads and we'd already started to prepare ourselves. "But won't rushing it cause more harm than good?" dad asked and she shook her head. "Don't forget that Alpha Trevor is a demon wolf, he can help put it out if it gets out of control and he can also help you learn to control it" she said, and even though she had a point, I still didn't think it was a good idea. "It's still too risky" I said shaking my head and she leaned forward.

He never once enters our class but were all aware of who he is. He is the famous disciplined officer, Sir Christopher Velasco. He was famous for being strict, and no one can pass on his eyes. He punished every student who broke the school rules, and the student council are his disciples, and the leader of his disciples is the SC President, Jennicka. Sir Chris is our homeroom teacher, but he never showed his face in this place once. The cold atmosphere filled the room as he stood in front. No one can look him in the eyes directly; catching his gaze is far too terrifying. They said that his stare feels like reading everything in your eyes, and he can determine if you’re hiding something by jus

For these old people, it is a form of mental comfort, no need to worry about life, but Tadhg Walter is different, he wants the Spirit Stone. Consider it for making money unwillingly for people to entertain. As for Egbert Leon who couldn't play chess, he stood aside watched the play. Derek Alexander actively rearranges each piece, Tadhg Walter is the black piece, his opponent is Kane Smith, which is the white piece. Chess board made of stone, jade black piece, wood white piece. Tadhg Walter said. "I'm still weak in chess, if there are any mistakes, please forgive me!" "Don't say that! Winning and losing is normal, and playing chess is for fun!" Kane Smith revealed an arrogant, lonely appearan