Luxury Marble Chess Sets Novels & Stories

I yelled. We all sat down around the table. Our dining table was not so elegant, but one could tell it was rich. The table was made with one of the most expensive marbles, painted black with gold diagram designs at strategic places on the table. The feet of the table were adorned with shiny glass materials that also carried gold-like structure designs on them. It was elegant but not the kind of elegance you would say for a dining at the Lorenzo dynasty.

Marcello leaned in toward Alexander and whispered loudly, “She didn’t sleep well last night—kept missing you.” Ava’s jaw tightened under the blanket. This child will be the death of me. Alexander glanced sideways, catching the curve of her cheek beneath the fabric. “Then perhaps I’ll play chess with you instead,” he murmured. Marcello grinned. “Deal!” Finn, seeing the shift in atmosphere, rushed to set up a small fold-out table between them. “Would you like Chinese chess or international chess, young master?” Marcello puffed up proudly. “Whichever Uncle Vanderbilt likes. I can play them all.”

A small smile dragged at the corner of my mouth. “Then watch closely,” I murmured, stepping into their space. “You might learn the difference.” The table itself was obscene. Custom-cut obsidian framed the edges, polished to a mirror sheen that reflected movement in fractured slivers. The felt was velvet-black, imported, untouched by wear, the kind of surface that existed purely to remind you that losing on it would cost more than money. Stacked chips, layered in precise towers that looked less like currency and more like trophies, won, taken, inherited, stolen – it didn’t matter. The message was the same.

It was high-backed, deep cushioned, an antique, yet curiously not worn. Freya studied the room with awe. It was large, with a beautiful hardwood floor, each parquet piece a part of a larger mosaic. On three sides there were floor-to-ceiling shelves, completely filled with books, most leather bound, many very old. The chairs were comfortable, the small table, in between the chairs, an antique in perfect condition. The chessboard was marble, the pieces uniquely carved. "Drink this." Aiden said, appraising her with his eyes. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he appeared beside her with a crystal glass.

"I crafted this myself." Jacob placed the gift box on the table and carefully untied the ribbon. He opened the box to reveal a chess set. "I heard you've recently taken an interest in chess. Since you have everything else, I handmade this chess set for you. The pieces are crafted from white and black jade, hand-polished..." Jacob used to be a Rubik's cube enthusiast but had recently developed a passion for chess. Under his guidance, Sunshine, Felix, and Twinkle had also started learning how to play chess.

As they journeyed, the towering buildings on both sides, the rows of shops brimming with a dazzling array of goods, and the throngs of people created a grand and splendid atmosphere. "My lord!" Suddenly, Thomas’s voice came from outside the carriage. "The Chess Pavilion up ahead is hosting another chess duel. I've heard the prize this time is a set of rainbow glass beads, which has attracted a large crowd, blocking the road. Would you like to pause for a while, or should we take a detour?" This chess duel was a renowned spectacle of the capital, with the Chess Pavilion being the most famous. Rumor has it that in each small room, a chess master is on duty. Only those who could win three conse

Free at last, I slipped away in my Silver Moonlight SUV, setting the GPS for a part of the Northern Territory I had never explored: the Moonlight Antiquities Market. The market was a maze of weathered stalls and small shops, each filled with treasures from various eras. I wandered among them, searching for something that would speak to me—something worthy of Eleanor Morgan. That's when I saw it—an international chess set with pieces carved from moonstones and rare woods that would resonate with werewolf senses. The board itself was inlaid with silver and obsidian, creating a striking contrast that would appeal to my grandmother's aesthetic sensibilities. Without hesitation, I spent a signifi

the shop owner replied. He walked over to a cabinet and took out two beautifully crafted wooden boxes. Upon opening them, one contained black chess pieces, and the other contained white pieces. "These sets of chess pieces have a history of over two hundred years. They were scattered all over until I painstakingly collected them," the shop owner said, wearing gloves as he carefully picked up the black and white chess pieces. "Take a look. The white ones are made of Hetian jade, and the black ones are made of inkstone jade," he explained.

This had given Max and Mia a great boost in confidence when it came to chess, which was why they had reacted that way to Nathan’s words. Max was not happy, and Mia nodded as well. She looked at Nathan pitifully. “Max is right, Daddy. Just play a game with us. We'll find out how good or bad we are.” “Alright.” Nathan was not able to convince the children otherwise, so they started arranging the chessboard. They slowly put the marble chess pieces in their correct places. These marble chess pieces were translucent and pretty, and the children loved them a lot. They could not stop touching the pieces and were dying to try them out.

"So... the old lady kept her secrets after all." "Accept the stake, Sterling," I demanded, walking right up to the edge of the velvet stage. "Or are you afraid to play for real stakes?" Sterling slowly lifted his scotch glass, taking a small sip. "This is an auction, Grandmaster Alonso, not a charity parlor. But in the Underground, we appreciate dramatic flair. I will accept your diamond as a valuation credit of twelve million dollars." He pointed his glass toward a heavy wooden table set up in the center of the stage. On the table sat a beautiful, ancient chessboard made of dark green obsidian and white marble, equipped with a digital blitz clock.