From Pawn To Queen Novels & Stories

"That is a pawn. It moves forward one square per move. Unless it's that pawn's first move because then, it can move one or two squares." "It can't move back? Why not?" "Well, sometimes it can be nice to move them over to the other side of the board," I explain. "Why?" "Because when it moves over there, it can be a queen, bishop, rook, or knight." His furrowed nose signals his concentrated attention. "Is that a good thing?" "Yeah, it can be." He nods making a pawn advance another square on his own. "Why only one square?" "That's the rule."

—Boom! Like thunder exploding in my mind. In an instant, all other sound vanished. The world fell silent, except for Ethan’s words echoing endlessly in my ears, each syllable a blade slicing apart the last of my illusions. Placeholder… temporary… step aside… rightful place… So this was the truth. He had planned everything from the beginning. My existence was nothing but a pawn, a puppet used to stabilize deals and hold a place for his beloved Olivia. Once he was finished using me, he would discard me without hesitation, then marry her in triumph.

Almost. I sit at a corner table and pull out my notebook. Instead of homework, I draw a chessboard, marking the pieces. Pawn: Me. Small, expendable, but underestimated. King: Chief Langston. The one I ultimately need to take down. Queen: Jace. Dangerous, powerful, capable of ending me if I’m not careful. The rest fall into place. Marissa and her followers as rooks—strong but predictable. Teachers as bishops—slicing diagonally, always at angles you don’t expect. The rest of the students? Pawns like me, though most of them don’t know it.

“Everything is exactly as it should be. The board is set. The pieces are in place.” He turned fully to face me then, his beautiful eyes now two chips of ice, holding no recognition of the woman he had just made love to, the woman he had asked to be his wife. “And a queen is, after all,” he finished, his voice a silken, terrifying whisper that shattered my world into a million pieces, “just the most powerful pawn.”

But you and I both know the truth, right? "What truth?" I spit, gripping the dagger tighter. "That you're still just a pawn." His sneer widened, and his dark eyes glowed. "A stubborn, self-righteous pawn who believes she is superior. But pawns cannot win, Kyara. They are sacrificed. My heart was filled with indignation, while his words stung harder than I wanted to acknowledge. "And yet, here I stand. Tell me, Victor, if I am so unimportant, why do you continually attempt to break me?

Over time, Morrigan noticed that he started clapping for her when she won during their tournaments. Morrigan found a friend in Kaya, the warrior she had beaten on the first day of training, born out of their desire to improve. Kaya is the eldest daughter of one of the previous Bests, being a term for the best warrior in the pack. Her father had been able to hold that title for five years–a few years longer than anyone else ever has. Kaya doesn’t disappoint, working day in and day out with Morrigan to improve.

"Because in that game, I was just a pawn your father used to strike at the Shaw family while making his disobedient daughter finally give up hope. "He had you find me, trap me with love and cheap tenderness, and finally turn me into a worthless nobody who couldn't survive without you. That way, he could humiliate the Shaw family and me, and show you how fragile your so-called love really was. Too bad he miscalculated." I looked down at her from above. "He never imagined that the pawn he'd sharpened with his own hands would one day turn around and completely overturn his entire game." Tiffany collapsed to the ground. I did not spare her another glance and walked straight into the glittering b

Disbelief. “How long have you known about this?” “Since I moved to the Ravenwood branch.” “She’s human,” Silas said again, as if saying it twice would make it less true. “I know.” “How is that possible? A human mate—” “The Moon Goddess has her reason for every decision. You know that.” Silas exhaled sharply, turning away to pace the length of the study. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, the only sound in the room. Alaric watched him, waiting.

she asked as she brought her feet up beneath her, ankles crossed as she leaned into the armrest. "Nothing. Nothing. It's fine." Aiden moved a Pawn. "Are you sure? I can still give you a quarter." Evelyn moved a Pawn. "Yeah. Let's just play." Aiden moved another Pawn. "It's your move, Mom." Evelyn moved her Queen. "Checkmate," she said. Aiden stared at the board. "How..." "The Queen has you in-" "No I see that, but how did you do that so quickly?" "I took the opportunity."

"The buttons aren't connected to a title registry... they’re connected to the pressure plates inside the marble pawns!" ​"The entire prompt is a lie designed to make us argue until the timer expires!" Daniel said. He reached out with his left hand, grabbed the White Pawn on f5, and instead of moving it forward to f6, he turned the piece ninety degrees on its base and pressed it down into the marble square! ​CLICK. ​The hidden spring mechanism beneath the square triggered. The White Pawn sank flush into the marble board, disappearing beneath the surface. ​The Black King on h8 had no legal moves left, but was not in check.