From Pawn To Queen Novels & Stories

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

"The glass breaks, the poison consumes her, and your precious Pawn dies in your arms within two minutes." I choked on a breath, a terrible burning sensation spreading from my collarbone down toward my heart. The dark purple light under my skin was glowing brighter, fighting against the gold crescent moon mark. It felt like liquid fire in my veins. "What do you want?" Kaelen demanded through gritted teeth. His heavy hands were still pressed against my bleeding chest, trying to force his own Alpha energy into my body to keep me alive. "A simple trade," Lyra said with a cold, triumphant smile. "Banish the rogue’s brother from the Northern Realm forever, execute Marcus for his attack, and name m

A meek but better move. “I call bullshit. If anything you can’t stand him.” and my pawn is his. “I am sorry sir but I wouldn’t be standing here if any of this was bullshit.” He nodded and asked me to take a seat. My queen moved in front of my king in the hope to protect it.

Under the yellowish light are lying some black pawns carved with stone. A milky white hand adds another black pawn to the collection. Proud milky white cheeks beam up in joy. But seeing the silly move, a smile turns up at the corner of a yellowish face. "Check, Alicia," says James, putting a white horse forward on wood painted in grey and white squares. "I don't understand…I was winning just minutes ago," says Alicia, now twelve years old. "That's how it works," says James in a teacher tone. She scrunches her nose and slides the king to the left square. He moves a pawn forward and raises both hands in the hair. "Checkmate."

With a sinister smile as he plays unto the rook, Jay tosses unto him. They draw their expression as one thing remains and forever will be tagged in their worlds. They are their master’s puppet and the rook of the chess game ‘they are playing with. “Besides, we are the highest piece next to the queen. The rook, the palace and fortress of this entire game.”

Alisha retorted, halting him midway in his talks. He frowned. "At least let me finish before you start your gibberish." She hissed. He smiled. "The Pawn has two purpose," he started. "As a sacrificial lamb and the other, is to transform into a powerful piece." He sneered as he approached her. Gripping her wrist tightly to the chair's arm so that she found it hard to wrestle. His warms breaths swarm towards her and his endearing yet dangerous eyes caused fear to set within her. Her breaths started to shoot out fast and short while she turned her face away from his. Unable to accommodate his dominating aura. "What do you want?" She fearfully inquired. "Money?"

“You know it’s a game of chess between multiple people. We have to take turns.” Alexander put the queen piece in the middle of the board. Then he put the black king piece behind the queen. “I have taken my turn. And I thought I will win this time. But she keeps on walking a step ahead of me, doesn’t she?” He scoffed, more to himself. “Tch. A mere human woman was able to play me.” “Now it’s their turn.” Alexander picked up the horse, the bishop, and the white king pieces. He put them all in front of the queen piece, sandwiching the queen with the black king piece.

I muttered as I raised my glass and drank to Davis. As I set down my glass, I suddenly hit down the pawn that represented Davis and then set it aside the chess board as I observed whilst thinking about which one of the big three ranging from the rook, knight and bishop would I be sending in. I already had the queen, duly represented by her whom I would speak nothing much of but you already know her as she was hellfire on earth. And then, there was a stretch of pawns to send in too. I needed to play this as strategic as would be possible as there could not be any loose ends to my plans.

And when he reaches his bishop, I stop breathing watching him go G4, pinning my knight to my queen. It really worked, and he still couldn't see what he had done. I move my knight to E5, taking his pawn and leaving my queen completely vulnerable to the bishop. He sees the opening, nods and captures it, removes it from the board and moves his bishop in place of my queen. My heart skips in my throat. He thinks he got me. But it's my turn now, and as soon as I move my bishop to G7, I have his king in check.

MICE PLAY IN THE ABSENCE OF CATS. Same as how the envious smaller gods play in the absence of bigger gods. This part happened somewhere between sacred nights and mornings. "The Montenegro child has already shown up." A young man gently pushed a pawn across the chessboard. Then, stopping his move right next to the White Queen, he settled the piece and looked up at his competitor. "Oh, she did?" His playmate, an older man in his seventies, countered that move by moving the White Queen to eliminate the pawn.