Humanized Chess Pieces Novels & Stories

Myles quickly changed the subject, grabbed a handful of white chess pieces, and looked at Maxwell. "The white chess pieces are made of white jade, right?" "I don't know either." Maxwell continued to maintain his silly persona. Sonnet grabbed a handful of black chess pieces and asked Maxwell, "Are the black pieces made of obsidian?" Before Maxwell could speak, Myles interrupted. "It's not obsidian, it's black jade, it's very precious!" Sonnet was surprised again. "Dad, how do you know?"

Still warm. She hadn’t been gone for long. Very slowly… He noticed something tucked beneath the folded fabric. A single white chess piece. The Queen. Its base had been painted black. ⸻ Matteo stared at it. “What does it mean?” Alessio didn’t answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the chess piece. Then, quietly— “This isn’t a kidnapping.” “It’s an invitation.” ⸻ Miles away… Inside a black armored SUV speeding through the mountain roads…

A tremor runs from my hand up my arm and directly to my dick. Wow. “This one,” she says, looking up at me through inky lashes. I shift in my seat, trying to bring my body under control, and turn up my palm. It’s the gray pawn. “Black.” I turn the board so that the gray chess pieces are in front of her. “Okay. I’ll start.” Four moves in and I’m dragging my hands through my hair. “As usual, you’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?” My tone is wry.

His mind wandered to the beginning days of his paralysis and how frustrated he was at everything then. With a smile on his face, he pulled Elise. “Let’s go!” As they stepped into the lounge, the chess set was exactly where she’d left it, perched on a side table. Alejandro set it up with ease, explaining the basics as he placed each piece in the right order. Pawns in a neat row, rooks at the corners, then the king and queen side by side. His fingers lingered on the queen, his gaze flicking to Elise with a playful smirk. “This one’s you. The most powerful piece on the board.”

Half a chess game unfinished by the window. Jessica scouted the building while Michael barricaded the door. Lena sat down at the kitchen table, staring at the chessboard. The game was mid-match. White had sacrificed both bishops. Black was two moves from checkmate. She touched one of the pawns. The piece was warm from sunlight. She moved it. A defensive position. She sat back. And waited. The broadcast came three hours later. An emergency bulletin pushed through encrypted lines, hitting intelligence terminals, private news outlets, dark web boards.

As for Ayla, though she didn't like chess, she was very interested in his computer. Children at their age might not even learned the alphabet fully, yet these two kids already recognized many common words. Helios moved the "Bishop" piece, creating a double "Bishop" attack on the "King" with the "Rook" supporting below. No matter how he responded, he was bound to lose. The game had barely begun five minutes ago. Captain was thrilled, thinking that if this child received systematic education and training, he would undoubtedly achieve great things in the future.

I glanced down at the table, unable to hold his intent gaze and my eyes fell upon the chess board that had been set in the middle. Curiosity alighted in my gaze as I took the set in; a beautiful work of art that had each piece cut so uniquely and precisely— like little humans instead of the normal chess pieces I saw. It looked carved from wood but I couldn't be too certain, not until I held it within my fingers. The pieces were a deep burgundy underneath but they were painted over with reds, blues, and whites that firmly indicated their role in the game. The King and Queen, Bishops, Knights, and pawns, all had detailed, figurine features and we're quite easily discernible. One side wore whit

I decided to interpret it that way, though not without some skepticism. While I was lost in thought, Zach had already picked up a bottle and bowed halfway before me, filling my glass with precision. It appeared he knew when to be firm and when to bend when necessary. Under the shifting lights, his chiseled face looked impassive, his eyes revealing nothing, as though he had transcended all worldly desires. It was laughable that, even in this situation, he still clung to his pride. Deliberately, I tipped my glass over, spilling wine onto his pristine white shirt.

A wave of happiness hit me while I looked at her but it was followed by a manly voice that I wasn't fond of. "Come on, buddy. You think you can make a move before the day ends?" Evan smirked slyly and I glared at him, controlling my fist from pounding on his jaw. Sighing I looked back at the chess board with a puzzled mind but looked back up when I heard someone clearing their throat. I looked at Crystal who was looking back at me. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and she looked around, as if trying not to be caught. She nudged her chin towards the chess pieces and I looked down to see what she meant. I touched the bishop and looked back at her but she shook her head and tilted her head a l

He was really holding back so as not to snap at them, but they were becoming annoying. He blocked them out and concentrated on his mate, who was now sleeping peacefully with her head resting on the counter top. He really wanted to see her face, not catch only a glimpse. He wanted to see her face fully, but he was also scared that he would see bruises on her face and go crazy. Was he cursed? First, he is a twenty-eight year old alpha without a mate, then by some stroke of luck he finds his mate, and she turns out to be human, which is a rare case. She is also a minor if he is not mistaken.