Kings Game Novels & Stories

But as I closed my eyes, feeling the cold stillness resting deep inside my chest, I knew one thing for certain. I was no longer just running from my fear. Something inside me was changing, and I would have to grow strong if I wanted to survive the kings who claimed me.

"Ruel, please be mine," the king moaned as he tried to kiss me for the tenth time. I'm finding it harder and harder to stay away from you "He sighed. I was eating quickly because I wanted to finish dinner quickly so I could go back to my tent. I was done with that Drakkon king. I told him, "I have a price, and if you don't want to pay it, you can't have me." I crossed my hands on my chest and leaned back. At this point, the Drakkon king was so annoying that I wanted to hit him.

I said, looking up at the moon, "is about to realize that her escape was just a detour. She belongs on a throne. And I am the only man who knows how to build one." I hung up and stepped into my waiting car. The game was no longer about a company. It was about a Queen. And in the game of chess, the King is the most vulnerable piece on the board. Caleb Knight was the King. And I was the player about to checkmate him.

She works her way as she’s decoding the title and pieces, shuffling every letter to find the answer to the puzzle that HE gave, as it rings back to her mind and echoes with the voice and words that goes like this. “Let’s just call it a game of ‘THE THREE KINGS’.” Perfectly setting the three throne in her mind and where she sits in the center looking at the center mirror as the other two from both sides is reflecting the hallowed face kings that sitting beside her, but only is reflected and existing through the mirror where all of them is figuring out who is the fake one. The game goes like this.

Salazar came out tonight with a few bodyguards with him, Carl knew he was on a hunt, and this young man was the prey. “Is it the King’s game?” Carl asked curiously. This time, the young man became more vigilant with his actions; the laptop bag he was holding a while ago was now secured in his body. He looked at Carl and next to Salazar, who was still looking for him. Carl knew how the King’s Game was played. It was a simple game between vicious mafia members. He once participated in the game and became the king. Its mechanics were easy. It was a game of death between the prey and the hunters. The Joker card was the prey, and the king card was for the King. The King’s role was to hunt for the

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

And far away, in a room no satellite officially acknowledged, a woman with cold silver eyes watched the press conference replay. Elena Volkov did not smile. But she did lean forward. Interesting, her gaze seemed to say. Very interesting. The Kings had refused the Nursery. They had rejected quiet obedience. And now they were not defending. They were expanding. The game had changed. Not because of violence. Not because of scandal. But because two people had decided that a crown was not inherited. It was defined. And if the Syndicate wanted to test the cost of that definition, They were about to discover it was far higher than expected.

She will not allow that to happen! “Princess Ameerah, I am the Alpha Pharoah and I need to protect our Kingdom. Who would even thought that there would be someone who would come out alive after the game? No one did that from the start that we had this ‘Games of Fangs and Death’. Such a lucky man huh!” Alpha Pharoah Kingtin sneered as if truly disgusted by the outcome of the game.

Surrounded by 4 other guys who escorted me here, and in front of him stood the owner of Fight Club where I work as a fighter. "Welcome! Xavier, right?" The big boss gestured to me to take a drink which I denied. The fact he knows my name doesn't fancy me, obviously, he must have known my data. "And I'm still wondering who you could be?" I mused, causing the owner of the club's eyes to shoot out of his sockets. The man laughed, before introducing himself. "I'm Kyle. The right-hand man of the Kings." Okay. That explains all this black clothing and shady acts. Kings are the most dangerous gang who almost runs more than 3 halves of the city. Nobody dares to cross them or ends up losing their liv

She wanted nothing more than to be the future queen, and she was not discreet about it. “After many decades of not having the possibility of having this event,” the King continued. “...it is my honor to finally reopen this tradition.” Goosebumps rose from my skin, knowing what the next words would entail. The King raised both hands and spoke with pride. “Kingdom of Absalom, welcome! Let the Royal Games begin!” His voice thundered all around as my heart pounded hard against my chest.