Kings The Game Rules Novels & Stories

, concludes the sister, insisting on her innocence. “We are on a board and, like all the pieces, except the king, we are “disposable!” If I make exactly “the move” she is inducing me to do, I will put our lives in her hands... Stop for a moment and think about the rules of the game: When we hand over our king, which in this case is the son I have here, inside me, the game simply “ends…” all the pieces involved cease to exist... Even the powerful queen loses her strength, her courage, and... her life...!”

They never dreamed that the game could be played like that. Looking at their shocked and terrified expressions, Jack smiled in satisfaction. “You all know the game, now let me explain the rules of the game. Your wrists, ankles, and necks each have a metal ring. I believe that you’ve watched the previous live broadcasts. There’s a miniature bomb inside, which is enough to break your necks. The key to opening it is placed behind the game. Also, in this game, your feet are free, but you cannot move your body. If this happens, it will be considered a foul. and the price of a foul is elimination!”

Ava grabs my arm and whispers into my ear quickly, “Are you sure?” I nod. “I’ll be fine. No need to tell my idiot brother or keep you dragged into this. Just go.” Jacob produces a deck of cards from his back pocket. “Simplified version of Kinds Cup. Just leaves the drinking part.” He waves at the bartender, who quickly throws together a large glass of mixed alcohol. God, that’s disgusting. “Only rule? If you draw the final King in the pile, you’ll have to drink the whole damn glass.” I nod, though the idea of that glass of alcohol makes me feel disgusting.

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.”

Ken was still present, and I covered my face, closing my eyes in mortification. "Pet," Romario growled in my ear, making me open my eyes. "I need you to remember a few rules for this party." He spoke seriously, and I sat up straight to listen. "First, don't drink anything offered to you." Easy enough, since I didn't drink alcohol anyway. "Second, don't speak unless asked a question, and be polite and respectful." I nodded, understanding. "Most importantly, don't leave my sight. I'll punish you if you break any of these rules, understand?" He pecked my lips, and I replied, "Yes, Master."

Looking around, she saw three goons standing guard at different angles in the hexagon shaped room. “New game! Entry f*e is two hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Kimberly counted the equivalent amount worth of chips, and dropped it on the board, along side five other players. The rule of the game was simple. Each player was expected to roll two dice, while the player with the least outcome was eliminated from each round. The first player rolled a seven, followed by the second who rolled a four. Kimberly rolled next and got a nine, which meant she qualified for the next round.

"Explain the rules." Eagerly, Ryan stepped forward. "It's simple: capture the queen, and you earn the right to demand 'Truth' or 'Dare.' You can draw from the deck," he gestured to the cards, "or invent your own challenge. There are no limits. No safety lines. Just pure consequence for the loser." Alexander glanced at Mirena, a playful challenge in his eyes. "Ready to lose, Rena?" Instead of taking the bait, Mirena merely chuckled. It was clear that in her absence, Alexander had dominated every table, every rival. Ryan's confidence was a reflection of that reign.

"Didn't you just apologize for being rude?" Kori went pale. Dante drank angrily, still staring at me like I'd personally burned his house down. "Enough just talking like this," Nelson clapped his hands. "Let's play the Wolf's Game." I had no idea what that was, but a drink was shoved into my hand. My first drink ever, actually. Levi leaned close. "Are you okay with that?" "I can do it," I said. "The rules," Nelson announced, pulling cards from some ridiculous fur pocket, "are simple. Whoever pulls the joker becomes king for one round. The king gets to order one action from anyone."

“Good...Now let’s get you ready for the king... but before we do, there are a few rules and things you must know. 1. Do as the king says at all time and you’ll stay alive. 2. The king can be a little harsh, but you must never cower around him... you can submit... but never cower. The king hates cowards. 3. Feel free to ask me for a contraceptive when the king doesn’t use a Condom— you must make sure that no matter what happens.. You do not. get. pregnant. “And lastly, For the Sake of your life and sanity. DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH THE KING. Got it?”

Rose said to them politely. The Kings smiled at their mate as in answer. If anyone would have seen the Kings touching a girl's foot and tending her wounds then they would have been fainted because of the extreme shock. Firstly, Because the Kings don't touch anyone and touching a girl's foot is out of question. The only time they touch someone is when they kill them. Secondly, the Kings don't tend to others wound, because they are the one who are the cause of others death. They are sadist who enjoy seeing others in pain and begging for mercy.