Kings Game Rules Novels & Stories

The game goes like this. “I’ll give you one throne and, in the middle, the words that you needed to decipher so that the puzzle will be whole and complete once again as everything is in turn decoded with perfection. You must find the fake one, the pretentious royalty, as the other one will be your ally, sword, and even your shield to fight against the devil without a face and sitting unto the other chair. Pick wisely, use your wit, decode the puzzle and answer each question perfectly with its right one, as it is both your hell and heaven in this game. Find the pretentious king and crown the rightful and original one. For in this game of the Three Kings, your miscalculation will be your very

I shot him a lopsided smile as he humbly assumed his seat. I took the oath. The rest of the group was dismissed, while I was led into an inner room where I was handed a scroll. "You're to read through the rules and sign the agreement. Thereafter, your induction shall be concluded a month after the requirements have been confirmed by our team. You can direct any further questions to me." I read through eagerly but I was stuck at the 24th and 25th rules that stated, "the King is allowed to keep the title to his lineage if the heir is a male else a more appropriate leader is elected from the region."

Megan gave a quick answer. “We’re playing King’s Game.” Summer stretched out her hand. “Deal me in. I want to play too.” “Sure,” Megan said with a smile. “Everyone, this is Summer York. We met while studying abroad. She’s a friend of mine.” Since a new player had joined, everyone reshuffled and drew fresh cards. The next round began. This time, Tyler drew the King card. He glanced around the room and said, “Spade Three—pick someone of the opposite sex and confess your love.”

I teased. It was no kept secret that the Alpha king had a reputation for keeping exotic creatures. He also had a reputation for being cold. He had wiped out whole clans and packs within his rule, everyone was weary of him, he was a legend in itself, said to have descended from the Goddess herself. He was unstoppable, a story to tell children into scaring them straight. “You… Genesis I am… Have you never seen the king,” he fumbled, appearing almost shocked.

my assistant said. “A high rank?” Lisa stated. “Yes.” she replied. “And, how long will this take?” “Sorry?” my assistant asked at my question. “The entire game.” “As long as required. There are three winners but only one royalty. Whoever catches the eyes of the King becomes his Queen automatically. She is the leader of the board.” she replied. “I see.” I replied with thoughts on the one that could lead me to my parents. The King. “The three winners are all breeders of aristocrats that wield power, right?” Lisa said in a curious tone.

The king and servants game was a popular game where whoever picked the king’s card gave orders to the one who picked the servant’s card. It was a game I usually hated, but that night, I decided to forget my perfect self. "Let's go," I said, dragging Rain’s hand and pulling him towards the rest. We all sat down on the ground, and Caden explained the rules of the game. Whoever refused to do the king’s bid would be the king’s servant for five days. After he listed out the rules, the game started, and the cards were placed on the ground. There were ten of us playing, and each of us picked a card. I sighed when I realized I was not the servant. I looked at Rain, who also shook his head, indicatin

He snapped open the deck like he’d done it a thousand times. “Blackjack?” “Blackjack? That’s an old‑people game,” Goselle said with a wicked grin. “We’re playing King’s Game.” Dwyn played dumb. “King’s Game?” He wasn’t totally clueless, but the curiosity in his voice sounded sincere. Goselle pulled out the King card, mischief flashing in her eyes. Even her pupils glimmered faintly red—wolf blood leaking when she got excited. She explained with a smile. “It’s basically truth or dare. Whoever draws the King can command other people.”

A mischievous but perilous smirk never falters from his lips. The King boredly said as he raised his brow and intently looked at the Were Elder Council Members – particularly those who had shown opposition to the declaration of the mechanics. They were engulfed in tension and rough silence. King Hades motioned his hand – ordering Arlan to continue with the competition. Arlan cleared his throat before speaking. “Very well, then. If you don’t have any objections, now. We would proceed with the first round.” Arlan opened a golden envelope and pulled a folded paper inside it.

Everyone else sitting there was making noise asking how to play this game. Jordan took out a box with dice. “It’s like this, we will roll the dice. There are six dice, and we’ll take turns rolling them. The one with the biggest number will be the big king and the one with the smallest number will be the small king. I’ll change the rules a little. We can take turns being the dealer and, in every round, the dealer can ask the big and small king to do something. If either of them refuses, they will have to drink ten shots. What do you think?” When everyone heard that they were going to play a game, the atmosphere in the room immediately became lively. Everyone said they were not opposed to it.

Did they prepare this overnight while I was sleeping? “Unlike the regular packs, where the firstborn son is the automatic heir to the territory, the Royals have a different rule. Any of the King’s offspring could become the next King.” He spoke as he turned to face me. “Or Queen. Thus, the Royal Game was born, giving any Royal Princess a fair chance to rule the Kingdom with her mate or husband.” Goosebumps rose from my skin as he continued speaking.