Game Pawn Novels & Stories

Kate forced smiled, her gaze flicking back to the board. Maria had the upper hand. She had killed all her pawns, along with two bishops, a knight and both rocks. And now one of Maria’s knights threatened her queen. Any move she made could either get her queen killed or expose the king. Urgh. She groaned, resisting the urge to pull at her hair. Her face lit up at the sound of a car engine pulling into the compound. She shot to her feet. Marie chuckled as she watched her leave the game.

The chess pieces were made of jade, and the chessboard was carved from a fine white jade that was very smooth and pleasant. Danny was still young, so even though he was intelligent, playing chess was still difficult. Dexie sat with him on the carpet next to Luke and played chess. Danny was quiet and didn't talk much while playing. At first, he was unfamiliar with the game, but after two

he said, and moved a pawn two squares as if he’d said good morning. I stared at the board because looking at his mouth when it said things like that felt dangerous. The pieces were little works of art—carved blackwood and pale bone, veined faintly like something that had once been alive. I mirrored his move and pretended I didn’t hear the soft collective inhale of the onlookers, as if they’d all been waiting to judge whether I knew how to move a pawn. “Not bad,” Kael murmured. “But pawns alone rarely win a game.”

Just the soft click of the door behind her like the end of a scene in a movie you didn’t mean to watch at your age. I stood there for a long while, the spoon still in my hand, the daylight cutting harsh angles across the carpet like an interrogation lamp in a police cell. And I thought about pawns—how everyone loves to talk them down, like they’re useless. But pawns, if you play them right, can take kings off the board and end the game before anyone’s ready.

Black pawn moves automatically and this game seems to have an automatic opponent. I moved the rook to line 3 third white box. The rook moves to the black side line 6 third Black box. Using the rook, I kill the black pawn then the black rook move to kill my white pawn. I moved my queen to where my pawn came from. The black rook on the left side moved forward. I check my white rook, the black queen moves out. It matched my queen and it was my turn to move it then viola! I killed the most powerful piece of black chess.

She was being relocated. The pawn was being moved across the board.

I said quietly. “Associated.” Adrian corrected. “Let’s not pretend they’re the only ones playing.” My wolf snarled. “And why the date?” I asked. His gaze softened - not kindly. Strategically. “Because pawns are easier to move when they don’t know they’re on the board.” Silence stretched. Music swelled as someone across the room prepared to call the reception to order. Adrian straightened, already stepping back. Like someone called him. “We’ll talk.” he said lightly. “Soon.”

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."

Pawn: Noun. A chess piece of the smallest size and value, that moves one square forwards along its file if unobstructed, or one square diagonally forwards when making a capture. Each player begins with eight pawns on the second rank, and can promote a pawn to become any other piece, typically a queen, if it reaches the opponent's end of the board. Once upon a time, I was a pawn in my father's game. Made moves and followed orders, but in the eyes of my father, I remained a pawn. Never to be something more. All I was good for was marrying off and producing him stronger heirs. Something to move around and sacrifice as he saw fit. Then Julian came around and made me a queen, quite literally. A p