Game Pawn Novels & Stories

I laugh, hoisting him up and placing him on my knee. "Better?" He nods. "We're going to take it very slow, okay?" Damon glances at the board, picking up the intricately carved pieces one by one. "Why are they all shapes?" "Because each one does something different. You have to be able to tell them apart." He sets the piece aside and I advance a pawn to the middle of the board. "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."

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 I knew—from this moment on, the game had changed. I was no longer the woman waiting for judgment. The real play had just begun.

Alex and Hayley were told to be the best players and they were about to find out that how much of it is true. "Start." Rosé yelled and it was Hayley's turn to start. She moved the pawn to its front by one position. "Be careful." She said and Alex sassily brushed his hair back. He also moved the pawn but was a bit different from Hayley. "Smart aren't you." Hayley chuckled. "That I am." He replied. Hayley moved the bishop to the front standing it right beside the pawn. Alex didn't say anything and moved the knight at the front, guarding the king.

I honestly said," and lowered my head. I used all my white pawns, and all of them were eaten by the black pawns. All that was left on my side were the queen, king, and rook. I couldn’t figure out how the rook could defend the royal couple if they were outnumbered. On the other hand, Reid chuckled. My heart raced fast as it was like music to my ear. I gazed at him, and I could see the amusement in his eyes. "Don’t worry, Aliyah. It’s just a game. No one really masters chess in their first game."

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 the queen moves, she’s not in danger. She is the danger. “You know, there’s something so remarkable about a pawn being the one to checkmate a king.” He turns to me with a smirk like he expected nothing less. Yes, I’d go to his gala. I’d continue their game. “After all,” I take one step closer. “Step by step, a pawn can become a queen.” He doesn’t reply, just gives me a short nod like I’d just passed a test and left. When he does, I release a heavy breath, placing a hand on my beating heart and replaying each moment.

"Oh, I’m definitely in. Play her, Jax. Let's see how fast she folds." The game began with a brutal, quiet intensity. I sat across from Jackson, the board between us a battlefield. The air was thick with the scent of their cologne and the silent, heavy promise of what was coming. "Pawn to E4," Jackson murmured, sliding the white piece forward. "Knight to F6," I countered immediately. Ten minutes later, I trapped his first pawn. I watched, my throat going bone-dry, as Jackson slowly unbuttoned his designer shirt. He didn't rush. He popped each button while holding my gaze, then tossed the fabric onto the floor.

I wiped my hands on my skirt, looked across the green obsidian board, and locked my eyes onto Arthur Vance. "Game 3," the butler announced, the sound of the brass bell echoing like an executioner's trumpet through the vault. "Armageddon rules! White to Arthur with four minutes and must win! Black to Mira with three minutes and draw odds!" Arthur picked up his White pawn, a chilling, murderous smile spreading across his face. "Time to end this, Mira," Arthur whispered. He slammed his pawn onto 1. e4.

“A Wanderer, a Creep, and a Sanen, that’s one weird combination,” Amon pointed out Johann’s phone as she was panting from dodging the continuous attacks from the pawns “Right? These three are my first pieces so I’m really proud of them. Especially the sanen, I’ve come a long way after feeding my mana to it after my meditations.” Johann proudly stated as he stood still on his position casting spells and commands to the pawns.