Kings Game Novels & Stories

Why did she have a bad feeling about this. As the doors opened wide her father led her into the ballroom that was jammed packed with vampires. At first you would have thought it was a normal crowd until you paid attention to the eyes. A lot of double and triple levels and all eyes were on her. Her father and her stopped dead at the thrones in which were empty. The thrones both were black the back drop was in the shape of the wings of a bat taking flight. The King’s was situated on the left, the queens throne which never held a single woman on it sat empty for 800 years. The King was the only one who has sat on the throne for 800 years alone. Her fathers head was looking around the room seein

Ran said. "Like what, Uncle Ran?" "There's a game room." King's eyes lit up. He turned to me quickly. "Mama, can me and Uncle Ran play video games?" "Okay. But King, I don't want you to be nervous about today's meeting. We talked about how everything will look very professional, but I want you to feel relaxed, okay?" King nodded. "Okay." He turned to Ran and I doubted that he had even heard anything I had said. "Come on, Uncle Ran!" They went off talking about the different gaming systems they had.

Brian took out a piece of paper and read from it. “For this round, we would be playing the game of... Chess” and there were applause and cheers from the people. The game of chess was one of the games the royals in the werewolf clan enjoyed. In this game, the wisdom of the kings are being tested. The way the game is played amongst the royals are quite different. They do not move the piece themselves but have two 9f their guards do the moving. The game is played with a giant pieces of chess and it has it’s markings on the floor.

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

Eamonn said. Still no response from Van. I'm still trying to process the fact that both rival kings are present in the room. According to how they'd come, the first king's purpose was to ask Manny about the illegal use of her own property—as he had stated—which also points back to me being the reason for his visit. And the second king comes barging in to seek my whereabouts. Of course I knew if this news of my death got to him, he would be the only one in great doubt. The reason is because I had presented a part of myself that even my mate never got the chance to see.

I put my gun down and run before I leap into his arms. “Daragh, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask him as he tightens his hold on me and kisses my head before he sets me down on my feet. “This conference wouldn’t be a conference without the four Irish Kings now, would it?” He says and I look at the three men in dark suits and I know each of them. Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south.

I was holding on to the hope that somehow I could convince the King to change his mind and let me choose who I wanted to be with. Maybe if I told him Kael and I had no plans of being the King and Queen of Absalom, he would just let the idea go. Besides, with five princes, what are the chances of us being crowned as ruler of Absalom? So, this Royal Game was obviously a waste of resources and time. I looked at Kael, wiping the wetness between my legs and making sure none of his cum was running down my thighs while I continued to hold the hem of my gown’s skirt.

I said. Kylan was already holding out his hand. “Best of three?” Kai sighed. “Fine.” And there I was, standing in the middle of an ancient house in the middle of a forest, watching two powerful Lycan Kings play rock, paper, scissors over who got to carry me into the woods. Kieran looked like he was watching the best reality TV episode of his life. “Rock!” Kylan shouted. “Paper,” Kai said calmly, flattening his palm. “Damn it,” Kylan muttered.

The night had fallen softly over the hotel, the kind of quiet that only happens when everyone’s gathered, and the chatters and noise from all the activities going on. The employees were gathered in the lounge area, the low glow of the lights casting a warm ambiance. The air was filled with laughter, teasing, and the occasional clink of glasses. Games had begun, a few rounds of truth or dare, charades, and finally, the card game that everyone was really waiting for: Kings.

My kingdom. The game had changed, and I was all in—the watchful King in a chess match where power and control was the ultimate prize.