Royal Pawn 4 Novels & Stories

"I made sure the Council believed you were dead. I gave you suppressants. I gave you a new identity. I made sure you were hidden in plain sight." Wren's hands were shaking. "Why?" "Because you're the last Royal Omega." Marcus's voice was quiet. "And as long as you're alive, the Council can't complete their plan." Wren's heart stopped. "What plan?" Marcus was silent for a long moment. "The Council has been manipulating bloodlines for decades. They've been trying to create a perfect Alpha heir—someone who can control all the bloodlines through the bond. But they need an Omega to complete the bond. An Omega who shares the bloodline. A Royal Omega."

A roar exploded from Bruce. Not an ordinary wolf's roar. Not even an Alpha's. The sound shook the fucking cabin. Alpha Tobias's warriors immediately lowered themselves. Lenden's head dropped. Even Kornell paused and bowed instinctively before catching himself. Royal authority thundered through Bruce's voice. The roar of a King. Then Bruce saw Ryan. And I lost him. We launched ourselves across the room. Ryan was already on the floor beneath Kornell and Lenden, struggling to complete his shift. He looked at us.

I knew he was fibbing. The jackass was a sore loser. We had played three games of chess and he had lost every single one. We were in the fourth round and Luciano was trying to come up with ridiculous and very untrue rules concerning the game. "Seriously," he defended. "The pawn can become the queen as long as it's in the last three rows." I leaned forward to flick his forehead and shook mine in disapproval. "Liar. That's not how it works." "That's how it does!" He yelled. "And if that's not how it works, then I don't want to play any longer."

Pawn: Noun. A chess piece of the smallest size and value, that moves one square forwards along its file if unobstructed, or one square diagonally forwards when making a capture. Each player begins with eight pawns on the second rank, and can promote a pawn to become any other piece, typically a queen, if it reaches the opponent's end of the board. Once upon a time, I was a pawn in my father's game. Made moves and followed orders, but in the eyes of my father, I remained a pawn. Never to be something more. All I was good for was marrying off and producing him stronger heirs. Something to move around and sacrifice as he saw fit. Then Julian came around and made me a queen, quite literally. A p

“I don’t want to hear about this, Thayer. You’ll get engaged to the daughter of Lord Laudeau. End of discussion.” “Father!” My voice raised. I was already standing on my feet. “You won’t dare disrespect whether you are my heir or not. I’m still the future King!” I bowed. “Please, accept my apology. I don’t mean to disrespect you. Please, give me a week. That’s all I’m asking.” “You’ve been asking for expansion, Prince Thayer. I won’t give you another.” “Honey, hear him out even for the last time. Even if he failed, at least you won’t regret it, or he wouldn’t have regrets.”

“It was only a mistaken transaction. And now, the transaction is over.” I held out the pen to him. His hand trembled, unwilling to take it. “Those… Stellar Dawn matters—was it you?” His eyes locked on mine, desperate for one last confirmation. I smiled faintly, neither admitting nor denying. “Mr. Caldwell, what matters is this: from now on, the Caldwells won’t have only one opponent named Stellar Dawn. Consider that your warning.” The words landed like a death knell, tacitly confirming everything. All color drained from his face. He staggered, unable to bear the weight of that truth. Finally, he understood what he had truly lost.

Every step was taking them away from her friends, the only ones who might be able to save her from this awful choice of hers. "You didn't think that I lived in that old shack, did you? I live wherever I want, and right now I'm taking you straight to my throne so we can talk." Death smirked. "I hope you don't give me what I want though, it's more fun when I hear screams and begs." "Throne?" Holly frowned. "I don't understand. Why would you have a throne? You're one of the four horsemen," she looked around. "Without a horse."

But you and I both know the truth, right? "What truth?" I spit, gripping the dagger tighter. "That you're still just a pawn." His sneer widened, and his dark eyes glowed. "A stubborn, self-righteous pawn who believes she is superior. But pawns cannot win, Kyara. They are sacrificed. My heart was filled with indignation, while his words stung harder than I wanted to acknowledge. "And yet, here I stand. Tell me, Victor, if I am so unimportant, why do you continually attempt to break me?

The guard slowly shook his head. "No." "There was only one thing left." He held out a small velvet pouch. Kael opened it. Inside lay a single white chess queen. Its base was stained with fresh blood. Lord Blackwood closed his eyes. "I know that piece." Rowan looked at him. "You've seen it before?" His father nodded once. "The man behind all of this..." "...always leaves a queen before he starts the real game."

After hearing that news, The Queen Mother decided to accompany me to the King's Palace to inform my father and mother. "Your majesties!" my parents greeted upon our arrival. "Call the ministry of Communications now." The queen mother directed her secretary. "Why your majesty is there anything to be discussed?" The king asked. "Your Future Son-In-Law, Prince Raphael is at the middle of the darkest forest on his way back to Baltimore at this time in the evening." The queen mother answered. "Have you already called King Raffy IV of Ayatullah?" my father asked. "Not yet your majesty. I am afraid this news could bother them and their kingdom knowing that Prince Raphael has no other way but to pas