Master Chess Novels & Stories

Richard had taken up chess. Not casually. He'd found a coach, a retired grandmaster who came three times a week, and was apparently applying to the game the same relentless focus he'd applied to everything else in his life. "It keeps the mind sharp," he said when I visited. "Is it working?" "Gerald says I've become insufferable about it." "Were you not insufferable before?" He looked at me with something that took me a moment to identify as amusement. "Don't push it."

Zac had arranged to meet at a quiet café. He was in his early fifties, radiating a calm authority. "Congratulations on your win at the International Artificial Intelligence Competition," he said, his eyes assessing me. "Your algorithm is exceptional." I nodded politely, cautious but reserved. Then he leaned forward, voice low but sharp. "I know your company plans to monopolize your algorithm. What do you intend to do about it?" My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't expected him to be so direct.

Jacob said blankly. When Maeve heard that, she was stunned. "Master of Golden Liberty? The Master of Golden Liberty?" "Of course. You might not be aware that the Master of Golden Liberty is extremely talented. He's very young but has already taken over Golden Liberty and is also a grandmaster. He's unprecedented."

I stood in awe, wanting to take immediate action, but Laura was already at the door, giving me a shy yet playful look. "Master, don't let go of the leashes." Once inside, the three of them scattered in different directions. I noticed that in each corner, an iron bowl was placed carefully. "Um… enjoy your meal," I said, quickly adjusting the placement. It seemed the bowls were strategically placed; I didn't stand in the middle, holding the leashes, one of them might not be able to reach their food. It made me wonder who had planned all of this. The setup was too well-thought-out.

Both pieces on my chessboard. And I'm enjoying the game immensely.

It was clear that every move he made was calculated and informed, strategy you'd expect from a seasoned chess player. Each exchange was like a carefully choreographed dance, his moves leading the way. I found myself on the defensive, constantly reacting to his aggressive yet controlled play. The way he trapped my bishop, leaving me no choice but to sacrifice it, was a move of someone who had spent considerable time mastering the intricacies of the game.

Dawson and the grandmaster had an intense game and unlike the rest of the opponent, the grandmaster was genuinely focused on the game. Dawson pinned the game and finally defeated the game master, earning a loud applause from all the Alphas and a big smile on Kaidon ’s face. When he returned I embraced him happily knowing he was already ahead of everyone in the game. “Now go ahead and join me as well” He said and I turned to the grand master, taking in a deep breath as I approached the grandmaster. “Kindly choose your color” the Game master asked me I looked at the two colors and this time, allowed my intuition leads me, thus I picked the black piece.

If the magician was the leader, everything they faced was most likely a decoy. How dangerous! Falling into a pensive silence, Zen and Sir Rowan stared at the ridiculously crowded chessboard. Was there even a way to win this? The magician was represented by the Queen piece. Although there was only one Queen on the board, it was ridiculously powerful. They didn’t have many pieces at their disposal and only made it this far using cheap tricks and Zen’s resourcefulness. Even if the old knight managed to get back up from the capital, there was no telling how high the death toll would be.

"Brother Darryl, you are an excellent chess player. I have already calculated all the possible outcomes 20 steps ahead. Why can't I win?" Lindsey's face flushed with rage as she said that. "Twenty steps?" Sofia, who was standing beside her at the time, could not help but exclaim, "Lindsey, only chess grandmasters, to my knowledge, can calculate all the possible moves 20 steps in advance. You are still young, but you have accomplished much. You are truly gifted!" Sofia was not exaggerating in the least. A novice could only think two steps ahead. An expert could do five. Grandmasters could accomplish 20.

She would occasionally mutter, "Why doesn't he look anything like me? He's like Candice's carbon copy." Zayn always reassured her, saying, "Well, Candice carried him for nine months. It's normal that he looks like her now." Soon, Lucas began showing signs of exceptional intelligence. Zayn proudly told everyone that Lucas had inherited his brains while ignoring how much the boy increasingly resembled me. In elementary school, Lucas skipped three grades. He completed all his high school courses in three years and graduated as the state's top science student. Within five years, he earned his Ph.D. and was acclaimed as a computer genius worldwide. His breakthrough chip technology led the domesti