Queen's Gambit Novels & Stories

"I beg you, order the execution of the witch Celeste Griffith, who has bewitched Your Majesty's heart, and strip the unworthy Crown Prince Julian of his title, poisoned as he is by her influence. Let Aurelia see clear skies again!" The doors to the main hall swung slowly open. The King stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. Behind him stood the Queen, and beside her, me. I wore a simple court dress, not a weapon on me anywhere, and stood there calmly at the side of the King and Queen. "You disgraceful son!" the King bellowed, his voice carrying with full force. Damien froze for a moment, then turned his glare on me, eyes burning with hatred. "Celeste Griffith! I knew it—you witch!"

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

Everyone looked at him. "I remember hearing Samuel argue with someone." "He called her..." Victor frowned, forcing the memory back. "...the Queen." The Queen. The chessboard. The unfinished game. The black king. The white queen. Elena slowly looked toward the chess table again. A realization struck her. She immediately examined the board. White's queen... Was missing. She looked down at the piece still in her hand. The one that had opened the hidden compartment. The Queen. Her fingers tightened around it.

Across from them stood Gray and my team, exuding confidence but clearly at odds with the veterans. Cedric cleared his throat, commanding silence. “The situation is dire,” I began, keeping my tone even. “We have confirmed Azalea’s location. But we need a united front to take down Black Lotus.” Alpha Gaius, a seasoned leader with silvered hair and piercing golden eyes, folded his arms. “And yet you propose we rely on technology instead of our warriors’ instincts? In my time, battles were fought with tooth and claw, primal and unaided, not… machines.”

Every servant, every employee, every familiar face suddenly became someone we could no longer trust completely. Before anyone could respond, another guard hurried toward us carrying a transparent evidence bag. Inside rested a single black chess queen. The small carved piece looked strangely elegant beneath the harsh emergency lights, yet something about it made my stomach twist with unease. Adrian accepted the bag without speaking, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around the plastic. "Do you recognize it?" I asked quietly. His gaze remained fixed on the chess piece for several long seconds before he finally nodded. "Years ago Cassandra insisted that every negotiation between us be

People even came on the stage to pinch our faces, noses, as well as our… "Number 68 never went under the knife. She's all natural." "Number 69 didn't go under the knife as well." "Number 70 has undergone a chest enlargement surgery. There's silicone inside her chest." While the host introduced us, the men began raising their bidding cards. Number 70's price was clearly lower than mine and Number 69's. A resentful expression soon appeared on her face. She didn't feel like a livestock that was being sold. Unfortunately, I was a lot more popular than Number 69.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

Quai says as he takes a step towards Syn, towering over him. “Your what?” Syn asks, clearly not able to connect the very close together dots. “My sister. The Princess and soon to be Crown Princess of the Kingdom. You know, the woman that you blatantly rejected.” Quai quips. Syn’s eyes meet mine and I hold his gaze. I wish I could have taken a photo when the realization made its way into his eyes. I saw all the things I had hoped to see. Understanding. Regret. Dejection. In one crashing wave he was clearly overwhelmed by exactly what his one choice had lost him. And unsurprisingly, following all of those emotions his tell tale temper reared its face and that anger I knew all too well came out

“She won yet again.” Mina laughed like a shrieking ghost, her entire body trembling in astonishment. Hashim shook his head. He couldn’t witness the downfall of the lord. It wasn't as easy as he thought. Conan smiled sheepishly. His lord was indeed brilliant. He knew that he had lost. How? Shadow sacrificed her queen. Her main idea was to eliminate the bishop from defending the F6 square. So, the queen devoured the D4. The C6 knight took the queen. D5 white knights moved on F6 and checked.

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.