Royal Cat Game Novels & Stories

It was like being defeated in a chess match by a player who had eaten his own queen. Back in the command center, Ben Carter was staring at the "Trading Halted" notification on his screen, his mouth slightly agape. He turned to Catherine with a look of profound, reverent awe. "You didn't fight him," he whispered. "You made the entire board unplayable." Jack looked at Catherine, who was calmly sipping a cup of tea, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. The Queen had just defended her kingdom, not with a sword, but with a joke.

"My instincts never lie." Sitting next to her and placing one of his hands on top of hers, "Just know you will always have me by your side River. I love you." He told her with a charming smile. "And I love-" River didn't get to complete her statement when Royal pushed her to the ground roughly, together with himself, as a long talon fingers- which looks like a bird talon- from nowhere tried to grab hold of River neck. Royal was up to his feet quickly and was fast enough to carry River and himself on the bed as the long talon magically burst out from the ground which they were before and went back inside.

Not until the evening, when I closed up shop and started walking back home to get ready to go to the bar for my shift. I took the long way through the marketplace. It was busy, louder than usual, and I figured there must be a festival or something. Turns out, I was wrong. People weren’t celebrating. They were gathered around a platform, where three royal officials stood dressed in silver and blue—the colors of the palace. One of them was reading from a scroll, his voice loud and slow, so even the old ones in the back could hear. “The first Mate Games in over a century…” he said, and suddenly the air felt strange.

“So, ready?” “For what?” I was starstruck every time I met royals. I still found it hard to wrap around my head that I met and shared a meal with royalties. The door swung opened again, then two men in suits put down a couple of paper bags. “What are those?” “We’re going out,” she announced gleefully. “Princess Carlott, I can’t.”

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

It was Lucas and Jaxson. "HEAR ME MY FELLOW GANGMATE! LOOK'S LIKE A RAT WENT IN! SHALL WE PLAY THE GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE? I SHALL INVITE THE CARDS TO PLAY AS WELL. OUR SCARLET KING, ME THE ROSE QUEEN, OUR EMERALD JACK ALONG WITH OUR KING CLOWN, THE BLUE JOKER. MAY THE GAME BEGIN! " I shout with a smirk on my face.

“Now, you may place your bets on the royal wives. The contest will start right after!” Bets? My gaze snapped up to Rylan’s suddenly. What was this to the King? A game? As though he could read my mind, a court official stood to his feet. “All bettings for the Royal games have commenced. Place your bets on the Royal wives now. The trial starts in two minutes,” From where I stood, I could see them passing the bet boxes. I scoffed, a bit offended as I realized most of the pack members bet on Ayesha and Lilith’s boxes but simply passed over my box without a second thought.

ADESSA. I was not able to sleep at all last night. After Father left my room, I asked Danielle about the Royal Games. She confessed to me she didn’t know the full extent of the event and that what she knew was just hearsay or stories passed on. The Royal Games were not practiced for many decades because no princess had been born in the Royal Family for a long time. And it seemed the King was reviving the tradition because of my existence. Danielle told me what she knew about the game—it was open only for unmated Alphas, regardless of age. Unmated Alphas were those who were never married, as well as widowed or divorced.

he whispered into her pulse. Catherine took a deep breath and forced herself to remain perfectly still, unflinching. If they were playing a game, she was not going to make a wrong move. "I need to know what I'm getting myself into, Mr. Richmond. And I know this game of yours, and I am not buying it, not even for a dime." He flashed a sly smile again. He looked like a hungry predator eyeing its prey. "I am not playing a game here, Catherine?"

It was a good feeling. "So, what are you going to do now that you haven't found your wolf yet? Royal hunting begins in the next two weeks." Alexander said. Athena leaned away from him. "Royal hunting?" The Royal Hunting was held yearly by Alphas and their Lunas. It was a friendly game that was held for a week in the fourth month of the year. Athena had never attended it but Alex had. It consisted of hunting rogues and killing or bringing them back alive, dueling, finding through sight, smell, vision and biosensing.