Humanized Chess Pieces Novels & Stories

Skylar chuckled. “I always want to bite you, Princess.” “You know what I mean.” Cheyenne playfully rolled her eyes. “The bite that makes you go through the Alter is laced with what we like to call ‘The DNA Changer.’ It’s not the most creative term but it beats saying venom.” “So you’re going to poison me. With your teeth.” “More or less, sure.” Cheyenne turned to face him. He allowed it by loosening it his arms from around her.

Under the breathless gaze of thirty pairs of eyes, my finger leisurely scrolled through the betting interface of the internal app, decisively placing a wager on the 1:100 option. A dirty game of probability, and I had just personally activated the very first chess piece.

No one loves her more than I do! "She's just a useless human who needs me! I gave her a life of luxury and raised her like a delicate flower!" With another sigh, Sofia pulled out a human-world job offer from her bag. "Lea's always been exceptional, but she came back here just for you." Draco skeptically scanned the document. The pay listed on the offer far exceeded the pack's entire annual revenue. "The fragile little canary you imagined is an eagle in the human world, one that's capable of soaring to heights you can't imagine."

the younger man chuckled triumphantly, looking down at the piece he just moved. On the farthest corner of the board was the Black Glass Knight, a mighty cavalier riding his horse. He was an eerie, silent chess piece holding a sword in the air. Despite being delicately carved from black glass, his personality shone through with every strong corner and edge he had. He was a soundless beast, ferocious, and ready to kill as he cornered the most important piece in the game, the White King. "Doesn't he remind you of someone?" The younger man lifted the knight one last time. Then, without any ado, he tipped the White King off the board using it. That made the majestic King fall helplessly on the fl

"Something like that. But you know what? In chess, sometimes the king has protectors." "Like knights and rooks," Griffin nodded, warming to the theme. "And queens," James added with a raised eyebrow in my direction. "The most powerful piece on the board." A ghost of a smile crossed my face despite the situation. "Why don't you go get dressed, sweetheart? Clara will be here soon to take you to school." Clara, the former military police officer who now served as Griffin's nanny and covert bodyguard. Another chess piece on my side of the board.

All around. Adrien produced an old, dusty chessboard from a cupboard. "Fancy a game, Champion?" he asked, handing me the board with a challenging grin. The familiar feel of the chess pieces under my fingers brought a rush of nostalgia. Memories of my grandfathers' teachings and pride filled my heart, reminding me of the joy and triumph chess had once brought me. They had always been my biggest supporters, their belief in me unwavering. Tears threatened to spill as I remembered their embrace, their proud declarations echoing in my heart. It was a bittersweet reminder of a time and place where life was simpler and more joyful.

“Goodluck trying to fight the undead.” I narrow my eyes and lean back, smiling. He’s really good at this, and I’ve only taught him to cheat like a minute ago. But I’ve been doing this since I was old enough to understand the rules of chess. “Nice try, but you see my queen was a neuroscientist before she became royalty and guess what? She’s developed a cure.” He grins, but that’s not all. I continue. “Grateful for being saved from the nightmare of feasting on brains, your once zombie pawns pay allegiance to the kingdom that saved them.” I rotate the pawns and a knight, turning his pieces against him. They belonged to me now.

But on that table, there was a giant chessboard, with pieces set up for a game. I walked closer, admiring the intricacy of the board and remembering the two chess pieces I had found in Lachlan’s bedroom. They obviously weren’t from this set as these weren’t crystal. These pieces were made of polished oak wood, even the smallest of piece— a pawn was as big as my finger. "You play?” I asked. Olezka leaned against the table, looking at me with a half-smile. “Yes. Do you know how to play?” I grinned back, a challenge lighting up inside me. “Let’s find out.”

After planning for few minutes, he came up with his signature move. "well your highness, I would like to use adjective shrewd to give you a glimpse of my persona." Saying so Stefano put forward his horse in shape of L. His facial muscles twitched into a victorious smirk seeing the good move of his in chess. and he continued,"check! Now either you save or queen or king. You know horses play a vital role, be it chess or real war." The words were uttered in a very slow pace from his mouth as if warning Ritha.

Setting pieces atop it which depicted the kings and queens he already owned. “Here is your newest one.” A pointed eared, gray skinned wraith of a man handed him a wooden piece. “The king of Grier. A prize without measure.” “It has measure.” Radix corrected. Adding matter-of-factly. “They all do. Every soul has a weight, and there is a price for that weight.” He set the piece down. Perfectly positioning it over the board. “What is this white piece here, my lord?” The firoque dared ask, noticing that the wood was more distinct on a piece in the far corner. At the border of Dread Country.