Humanized Chess Pieces Novels & Stories

Her pitiful act drew sympathetic looks from those nearby, their eyes turning on me with silent reproach—as if I had bullied her. Ethan hurried over, brows furrowed, ready to defend her. But before he could speak, I did. No panic. No grievance. Not even anger. My voice was calm, steady, almost cutting—and I spoke not in English, but in fluent, elegant French. “Miss Chen, it’s only a dress. Just like some people—beautiful on the outside, but rotten within. That can never be hidden.” (French original: “Ce n'est qu'une robe, Mademoiselle Chen. Tout comme certaines personnes, belles en apparence mais pourries à l'intérieur, cela ne peut être caché.”)

Thankfully, Gabriel and Caleb are there to save the day by distracting Teddy with more questions about the impressive architecture. There is a chess set out on display. I stare, working out who is winning, when I recognize that symbol of the intricate sun again on the king and queen on the gold pieces. The silver ones have a similar symbol. The moon … Selene and I notice far more silver pieces have been removed from the table. Including both knights. Is that meant to represent Luca? As I study the board, the gold pieces closing in, I realise they are one move away from moving into check.

Even though they had misunderstanding at times, he valued his friendship with Beta Aiden and there was nothing that the Elders of the council would say that would make him change his opinion about him. I don't need him to change his opinion, I couldn't even care less. All I needed was for Aiden to be gone permanently. "Just like how a pawn is seen as the weakest player in a chess board, but also can be the most dangerous because once it reaches the end, it can take on any form it wants. It can get rid of the King and all those near it. You chose to be a pawn in the chess board and now is the time for you to take on any form you want. So which one do you want to be?"

He had learned to carry himself with a different kind of grace, less like an aggressive tournament speed-player and more like a scholar adjusting to a quieter tempo. He set a mug of black coffee beside my hand and pulled up a heavy oak chair, sitting beside me. "Look at the base, Daniel," I said, pointing with the tip of a pencil. "It isn't a standard Staunton design. The bottom edge is weighted with lead, but there’s a shallow circular recess carved into the felt." Daniel leaned in, his hazel eyes narrowing. He picked up the piece with his left hand, turning it over. "It's an insert slot. Like the ones used in mid-nineteenth-century automaton chess tables. The piece was meant to trip a mech

Luther said and she was a little bit shocked " A human?? Why??" " Too much questions " Amdis said " She's his mate,," Brad said and Lenora gasped " Mate? Human?? How did that happen?? " " You should be happy I found her,," Luther said " I am,,but,,human. Fine,," Lenora said and walked out " She's becoming something else these days,,she hate the smell and sight of humans but am sure she will get used to it " Amdis said

My chair fell backwards from the force and clattered on the floor. Elena shrank into herself at my outburst. Some part of me knew it that I was frightening her but I couldn't control the visceral rage burning through me. My instincts screamed to tear apart anyone who had used her, cheated her, touched her. But the sight of her fear sliced through the haze, reminding me she was human , fragile and I was an Alpha barely holding the Wolf back.

He asked without looking up. "Not really. But I know the rules.” He chuckled. "That's good enough. The world is a giant chess board and humans are the pieces on it.” "That's a twisted view of life." She laughed. He lifted his head. "The pawns are the poor, restricted to one movement at a time. The rook, bishop and knight are the middle class. They have a fairer chance at life but still limited. Then the king, the wealthy, the most important figure in society. The poor and middle class look up to their position as something they should attain. And lastly the queen, the super rich and influential. The most powerful piece on the board.”

“I’ll be the Aristotle to your Plato. I’m prepared for my to begin with lesson.” She balanced the table. All but four pieces were on the board, lined up in flawless small columns. “Well, it’s all around securing the ruler. He’s this one and this is his queen.” He tuned in as she portrayed how each piece moved and what their limits were. “This is the knight. Of all the pieces, he and the ruler are my favorites.” “Why?”

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.

I said nothing. The nothing was not shock. It was not guilt. It was the particular silence of a man who has just watched the opening move of something and is already three moves ahead of it, reading the board, understanding the shape of the game that has just begun, and knowing with a certainty that sat below logic and above instinct that the man standing across from him with the performed horror on his face had been in this room before me tonight. And had not left it empty.