The Chess Master Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Cynthia wondered why he stood below his stage, and also close to the wall like he was a servant. “Master,” she acknowledged and bowed her knee. “No. Not tonight,” the Master whose hand was outstretched to stop her from acknowledging him stated. He glanced at the entrance by the platform and looked back at Cynthia. Then he placed his hands behind his back again. “Bow, Cynthia,” he ordered and she bowed totally on the floor, facing the stage. She was scared before, but it had been tripled. The Grand Master of The Vrek Cult was the scariest and one of the most dangerous men alive. She had never even seem him casually standing alone before. He had never stepped foot below his platform stage befo

"Master, I'm so sorry. I'm one of your subjects from the ghost clan." "This is what caused my act; "I have a best friend who always comes home to visit me and at times even stays for hours in my house even when I'm not at home. I thought it was normal friendship visiting not till I got home earlier than expected on a Monday morning cause I came to pick up a file and met him and my wife here fucking. Master they were not covered in a duvet so I saw it all. I watched it as his dick kept entering and coming out of her pussy and she wasn't just moaning she was screaming."

He suspected that Yang Xiao might not even care about his inheritance. "Maybe it's just a cover-up. What on earth does he want?" Right at this moment, the three heavenly kings walked over. The Heavenly Master of Chess glanced at them and waved his hand. "Come, follow me to the tearoom. Let's have a good discussion." Ami’erhan also followed. He helped Tianzhu Chess Lord up to the tea room on the third floor with the three Super Masters. After drinking a cup of tea, East Heaven King shouted hoarsely, "What the hell is going on? Are we going to let that guy strut around here? Is there no one in our chess world who can defeat him?"

“Pauleen, Kyle, Winona, Emie and finally Haruna.” One by one as he utters and somehow calls the name of his new fund puppets with different sides and colors of their twisted hearts, reality, games, and life. HE giggles in amusement as HE confirms HIS game all to HIMSELF. “In this game of chess, I am winning by ten advance steps from you. OPHIUCHUS.” Uttering the name that He granted towards the original skin of HIS very first creation. HE giggles then laughs in a hellish and taunting way, as HE observes HIS newest puppet through the mirror with HIS ever-sinister smile and cunning plan at hand as he calls.

Then it reached for me, trying to grab me. So I bolted to the metal closet down there and locked myself inside to get away from it. My family found me three hours later, my whole body shaking. I push those thoughts away, telling myself there is no way it could be a reanimated corpse. The name of Master has been how do we do these experiments for years, but nothing has happened so why would it be happening now? There has to be a better explanation than a walking corpse, right?

Even the five grandmasters were trembling under their intense presence. With a triumphant shout from the 3,000 masters, the walls of the Hackle family's manor came crashing down in an explosive burst. The internal buildings crumbled and scattered in all directions. The Hackle family members were stricken with fear, and even the five grandmasters stood in shock. But the onslaught was not over yet. A new group of energies, even more powerful than the masters, approached. These were the grandmasters, and there were 800 of them! It was a terrifying sight to behold. The grandmasters stood at a distance, their gazes fixed upon the trembling Hackle family. Their presence alone was enough to stop he

“I know you want the Master. It’s obvious how your body can not even keep its desires away. But newsflash, sweetheart… because in two weeks, you will be just as useless as every one of us. When he sticks himself into your hole, he will never come back to you.” Her smile stretched with venom. “Maybe you don’t know, but no lady has ever been to Master’s bed twice. And you… you will just be the same as every one of us.” For a moment, Jasmine paused—unmoving. She stared at her, blank, not even blinking. A quiet thought flickered through her mind: was this psycho always this chaotic, or was her presence driving her mad? Unexpectedly, Jasmine moved forward, slowly and confidently, closing the spac

" He asked his eyes threatening to bulge out of his sockets. "No my Lord, it isn't your own Master Damien, it is another Master" Galene muttered fearfully and quickly wiped off the name on the drawing. "Another Master? Which other master bears Damien?" He asked pinning his gaze on her. "The mas...master in my grandmother's stories" Galene stuttered swallowing hard and pinning her gaze to the floor. "The master Damien in your grandmother's stories have horns and ugly, why does it bear my name? Master Damien asked again enjoying the fear in her eyes.

The kind that naively seduced people to bed while capturing their souls and mind. 'She's just in her apartment. What's wrong with her returning to her own house? Is he high on drugs or something, to not think of that? Which one? Marijuana? Aphrodisiac? Dextroamphetamine amphetamine?' 'Sighs. Maybe old Gil is correct. Young Master is pitifully put under a witch's spell.' The witch was not even a mature one, but still an unripe high schooler. Another sigh came out of the poor assistant's mouth.

"Master... Please... Master... Stop..." I struggle to try to get my feet to grip the bed. The Master has never scared me like this before, even with his punishments and some of his punishments are scary but never he himself. The Master quickly leans forward, pushing my hands off of his chest and out of the way so he can grab my hips once more, pulling them more into him. I whimper again and start to sob, "Please, Master... No Stop... MASTER!... PLEASE STOP!..."