Kings Game Rules Novels & Stories

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.

I snagged a few bits for my plate and sat on the far end on the long rectangular table as they took large gulps of their wine and chomped on their food, laughing and chatting away, amongst themselves. The king suddenly banged his Goblet on the table as he stood to attention, nearly falling as he drunkenly shuffled from foot to foot. “Soon, I will have another kingdom in my grips, his army will be my army and we will invade all the other lands that refused to be my ally! They will regret ever saying no to me! No one says no to King Edric! He roared and his guards cheered in agreement as they all clanged and bashed their goblets repeatedly on the table.

Once Ralph passed me his bag, he approached Kyrell. "Finally! I started to worry that you were backing down.” Kyrell grinned as Ralph approached him. Ralph watched unfazed as he inched closer to Ralph's face in a confrontational and threatening manner. "The rules are simple, pal. Whoever scores the most goals in ten minutes wins, and the clock is ticking." And the game began.

his voice drips with skepticism. Kingston narrows his eyes. "You forget the rules, Winston?" The guy, Winston, glares back at him before directing it to me. "No. Doesn't mean I can't question you for bein' a dumbass," he answers. He turns away and starts to refill the cups on the other side of the table. "If you couldn't tell before," Kingston says as he rearranges the cups on his end, "The game is simple. You throw a ball into one of the cups on my end, and I have to drink. Vise versa."