The Chess Master Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I spat sweetly, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If someone were half as insane as you were. Want to know something? Only someone insane would kidnap someone’s childhood friend to use them as a pawn in a sick game!” The Game Master paused for a moment, and then erupted in thick, deep laugher. It ricochets off the minimalistic furniture in the room. It glided down the onyx chaise lounge and bounced over the little coffee table. I drowned in that laugh for a moment, one of melted chocolate and whispered promises. “I would absolutely adore it if someone were as insane as I.” He chuckled, gliding closer to me. I refused to stiffen or balk, staring him down as though his face weren’t completely ob

Old Master was in his usual approachable self. Mia walked into the house with heavy footsteps and saw the Old Master sitting on the lazy chair while arranging an incomplete Go game on the table. Old Master looked towards her, patted the seat beside him, and said, "Mia, come and sit beside me. I'll teach you how to play this game." In this instance, Mia was transported back to her childhood when she was in the Kyle family's big mansion in America. When she saw her grandfather sitting in the chess room, smiling while calling to her, "Mia, come here. Let me teach you how to play chess."

Matt jumped into action, his composure faltering as he scrambled for the door. “And you,” the Master said coldly, turning his fiery gaze on another guard. “Bring me my laptop.” The room descended into tense silence as the Master stood there, motionless, his eyes locked on Matilda. She wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She had thought she knew fear before, but this… this was something else entirely. “Pray,” the Master said softly, his voice dripping with menace, “that this mess can still be cleaned up.” Matilda’s sobs echoed in the room as the Master turned away, his mind already churning with plans to regain control of what was rightfully his.

“I really think you need help. Maybe see a psychiatrist or a witch doctor, because you honestly can't tell me werewolves are real.” The master kept on moving towards her. “I don't need to see a psychiatrist because I am sane. Also I can tell you they are real, because they really are.” “Okay, fine,” Elizabeth pushed her hands forward to stop the Master from coming any further towards her. “And please don't come any further to me, otherwise I'd yell that you want to rape me.” “No one would hear,” The Master stopped moving. “There's a spell that's been placed on this house that prevents ordinary humans from seeing it.”

She hurriedly asked, "I'm sure you remember the last time he came over to visit. After all it was just you, him and Old master Clemon." Mark said straightforwardly, "What are you talking about? And who is old master Clemon? Doesn't ring a bell at all!" Hearing this, Tehilla's insides itched with hatred. She wouldn't bother talking to these old men if she had a choice. These old people should've gone to hell a long time ago. They are stupid and silly but they just won't die. His hands even tremble when he's playing chess. What's the point to being alive? He's just like this idiot of a elder. He can't even tell the difference between a cat and a human and is even treating a cat as his son!

My stomach churned as we exchanged a tense look, both of us clearly dreading the same thing. “Fine. Let’s get it over with.” We pushed the doors open together. The Master was seated on a high-backed chair, his silhouette framed by the flickering firelight. He held a glass of wine, swirling the red liquid lazily, calmly. It was a kind of calm that made my blood run cold. “Ah, there you are,” the Master drawled, his voice deceptively smooth. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.” My pulse spiked as Wanni and I stepped inside, the doors slamming shut behind us with a finality that felt suffocating.

The one and only enemy had already crossed the limit and touched something which is vicious for him . " Oops ,I think we had lost Madam's site. master will kill us . Master had enhanced a strict security system for madam .Let's track quick " ,Aric almost turned mental. The scary face of his master glued at his thoughts. Suddenly,like ice melting on fire their mobile started to ring. Aric and Aalo's eyes popped wide. it's an call from their icy cold Master .

Her hand clamped around my neck and she lifted me into the air. I choked. My legs kicked. My arms clawed at her hand. But she was too strong. My feet dangled above the floor, my vision blurry. I looked at Alpha Darien again, he didn’t blink, nor move. I closed my eyes, pain throbbing through my skull. My lungs screamed for air. Is this it? Is this how I die? Ava, the slave girl. Killed by her master and his wife. I forced my eyes open one last time, trying to look around the mansion… just once more… just to remember the place I thought would be my grave. And then the world started to fade. And I let go...

Started with a vague inkling of unease, a dread-ful sense of being watched, then escalated rapidly into full blown madness, only to culminate in a nightmare where a smelly, hairy beast announced her impending nuptials? Adrienne squeezed her eyes even more tightly shut, will-ing her return to sanity. The silhouette of a chess set loomed in her mind, battle-ready rooks and bitter queens etched in stark relief against the insides of her eyelids, and it seemed that there was something urgent she needed to remember What had she been doing?

Cheryl “What are you? You think ten times faster than the average human,” Gavin teased, laughing. “I mean, Gavin’s the OG chess player, and you’re over here whooping his ass,” Isaac added with a grin. I shrugged. It wasn’t exactly news to me. I’d always been like this, though it mostly went unnoticed unless I was in school. And chess? I’d played it alone more times than anyone could believe. “I’ve mastered the art and craft of chess, Gavin,” I said confidently, moving my knight to capture his last bishop, even though it meant losing my knight in return.