Kings Game Novels & Stories

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

“It’s fixed, then? It’s a rigged system?” “Of course it is.” He leans back until he’s seated on the ground just a few feet away from me, his arms resting on his knees. His scarred knuckles pop as he flexes and then curls his hands. “It’s for entertainment but also distraction. Silas has been talking about a rebellion brewing for so long I’m beginning to wonder if he’s dreaming it up, but the king called the games, and Silas believes it’s to cover some ongoing strife between the king and the rebels.”

"But that's totally wrong and not what I stand for! I started by changing the whole narrative. Being addressed as a King even if it might sound so stupid in most of you all's ears. But today, I saw a bunch of women who were untrained because they were women and seen as weaklings! Women who couldn't defend themselves. Women wounded, regardless of the fact that they didn't get proper training and you call this a game or a comedy show?! We deserve more! We deserve better!" Just then, the master of ceremony went to the King and lowered his head. The King said something to him and the MC stared right at Athena from the other side of the amphitheater. "Everyone knew that the King had said somethin

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

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.

the piece pointed out to be the queen was Valerie's favourite as she loved the extent to which it could move. "And lastly The king moves a single space horizontally, vertically or diagonally. The king cannot move into a space that would grant a check or checkmate to the opponent player. As an exception to all other chess pieces, the king is never captured you loose the match when the king is placed into checkmate, which would lead to an unavoidable capture on the opponent’s next turn" Valerie did not want to loose the game and so took notice to the fact that she needed to find a way to keep her king piece safe.

“To show the new peace and harmony between the North and the South, the Kings will open the floor with a special demonstration!” Everybody started clapping. I felt a wave of annoyance. I wasn't in the mood for games, I just wanted to sit here and smell my mate. Maddox reached into a basket and pulled out a small, folded ball of paper. He opened it and grinned. “The first game is called The Descent of the Moon.” He looked toward us, and I saw a glint of mischief in his eyes.

" I asked, tilting my head closer towards Andrews' side and lowering my voice. "We cant he’s the Chancellor, the house is divided, alliances are thin, the only one who could help is King Greil, and he doesn’t do anything, the fairly king doesn’t trust Killian or anyone except for his nephew, prince Claude. "Wait I though Claude is a Seelie?" I asked too confused about it all.

In the west wing, Rowan poured himself a glass of wine and stared out at the forest. “So the king chooses to bare his throat,” he murmured to the empty room. “Let us see how long he can keep his crown when the old blood starts to howl.” He raised the glass in a silent toast. The game had entered a new phase. And Caelan Ashford was now the prize everyone wanted to claim.

I closed my eyes, but I didn't fall asleep for a long time, and every time I did, I just saw those sharp, dark eyes looking up at me from the head of the table. "Prove it," he’d said. "Watch me," I whispered into the empty room. The game was on. And God help anyone who got in the way, especially Eli, and especially my brother. Because when it came to something this perfect, I didn't know how to share, and I definitely didn't know how to lose. I could feel the obsession starting to take root, deep and ugly and beautiful all at once. It wasnt just a bet, it was a war. And I had every intention of being the last man standing.