Royal Pawn 4 Novels & Stories

But then came the final blow. Samuel Voss stood. “Tell me, Oliver,” Samuel said, addressing House Phantom’s wildcard. “What happens to a pawn when it reaches the other side of the board?” Oliver blinked. “What?” “A pawn,” Samuel repeated, tilting his head, “when it moves forward enough… what does it become?” There was silence. “A queen,” Oliver answered. Samuel smiled. “Exactly. Which means a pawn can change.” He leaned in slightly. “So what if Lord Aldric was a pawn at first? That doesn’t mean he stayed one.”

********************************************** But peace, like all good things, was fleeting. A raven arrived at dawn—its feathers black as obsidian, eyes glowing faintly crimson. A message was tied to its leg. Jasper untied the scroll and read aloud. “The Queen of Deception has fallen. But her debt remains unpaid. You wear crowns built from shattered oaths, and I have not forgotten what was promised to me.” “The blood of the child… or the war begins.” The rogue king had made his move. And he was coming for what he believed belonged to him.

The bishops are men with mitres on, and carrying croziers. The pawns are mostly the traditional shape, but the finials are elongated, and flame shaped. The Queen looks like Charlie, he could see that much from here, and the Kings looked like the pictures he’d seen of Ben. Jessie is delighted though, and runs for Eliza, hugging her tightly. Eliza holds her just as tightly back. Merlin looks confused, and leans in to Ash to whisper, “Why the tears?” Ash smirks and leans into him, “The Kings are her father, and the Queens are her mother.”

He shook his head. “I know.” She patted his shoulder. “You earned it.” I smiled. “I believe someone has one more prize.” Raiden and Zayden disappeared behind the platform. My eyes lit up. Finally. The Royal Ribbon. After an entire week of waiting… After everyone refusing to tell me… This was it. They returned together carrying it between them with expressions so proud you’d think they were unveiling the kingdom’s greatest treasure. I leaned forward. Then I blinked. Once. Twice. My eyes slowly traveled from top to bottom.

I have a lot of questions and doubts, and the now-familiar knot in my gut has tightened again, so much that I don't think it will ever leave. But, here I am, seated in a private plane straight to the palace, thrown into an arranged marriage by an app to a royalty I have never even met before, and there's no going back. If I have to go in blind, I'll just have to quickly learn how to navigate in the dark. – @ – The palace gates are looming ahead, a massive gate with gold and copper and bronze, with the royal insignia, a burning phoenix, in the middle. It was the very epitome of opulence and power, and you can almost feel it in the air.

He had strategy but no restraint. And right now, it’d cost him. With one swift move, my pawn - docile, useless, weakest of the lot – was placed strategically next to his queen at the back of the board, and in seconds, I switched out their positions as the rules of chess demanded. Queening the pawn. The weakest piece becomes the most powerful in mere seconds. “Queen.” I called. Roma’s mouth fell agape, a low cuss escaping his lips. Once again, a slow mischievous smile graced my lips.

Underneath that row were four other cubes that had on four of their faces drawn a fire spitting horse, a swirling horse, a horse letting out steam through its nostrils, and a horse swimming. “Other riddles,” Alexander felt like going mad. We have less than twenty minutes before the potion loses its effect,” the boy said, looking at the hourglass he gave Elizabeth at the beginning of the test and which was now round her neck. Order it properly But be careful that you might, Need it Until it's over ... “Chess pieces ...,” Elizabeth smiled. Fortioris, Fortioris, Fortioris ... Fortioris ... yes Fortioris!” The chess pieces were ordered pawn, bishop, knight and castle. And even at that moment a p

the man again sat in his place calmly and said "let it be we got a pawn to play game let's see the next move" the another bowed and went off from there by locking the door

she glanced at Marcus, who cocked his pistol, ”would you prefer to join Stefan? Vic looked down at his gun still pointed at Charlotte, then at Marcus who was threatening his life. Beside him, Alexandra shifted slowly, looking for a better position. “Time to choose, Victoria,” Charlotte said softly. “The pawn becomes a queen... or dies trying.” Vic closed his eyes for a moment. In his head, the gunshot that killed Stefan echoed again. Then his father's voice: “In chess, dear, a pawn that reaches the end of the board can become a queen. But the price... is always high.”

he said as he walk inside his palace with his Guard and personal Maid Eris behind him, the Queen gave a loud grunt as she watch them leave and also depart to find her son. Prince Michael moved a pawn on the board blocking his brother’s next available movement, the latter stare the board trying to find a way out with only the king, knight and a pawn left for him he felt like he already lose the game compared to his brother who has his board full, he reluctantly pick up his king and place it back in its position. Anthony bite his nails aggressively as he watch his brother beat him for the fifth time, Michael parted his lips in victorious as he took the black Queen and play squarely winning aga