The King's Game Novels & Stories

They stared at each other in silence until Kane broke it. "Let's play a game." King's lips parted for a bit when he saw Kane playfully smirk. "Never have I ever." "Can I say no?" "Come on, it's a harmless game, King. I just want to know you more. Like you said, let's make the most of this month." He really wanted to say no because he had a feeling Kane was up to something again. "One condition." Kane's eyebrow furrowed. "Yeah?"

In the west wing, Rowan poured himself a glass of wine and stared out at the forest. “So the king chooses to bare his throat,” he murmured to the empty room. “Let us see how long he can keep his crown when the old blood starts to howl.” He raised the glass in a silent toast. The game had entered a new phase. And Caelan Ashford was now the prize everyone wanted to claim.

She was not a prize to be fought over, and her glare told us both as much. This wasn’t the end of a war. It was the beginning of a new one, a battle far more personal and treacherous than any I had ever fought. The King of Ashes had just met his dark reflection, and the fight for his crown, his city, and the woman he loved had just begun.

“I would give you two space” The king's man said while standing up “My lady” He said, giving her a small bow as he walked past her. Returning the bow, she waited to hear his horse's neigh before turning back to Zik. Walking slowly up to him, she sat down at the opposite chair. “You don't look to good” He said with a smile that made her heartbeat more, moving a piece across the board, his eyes looked directly into hers “There is a queen in the game now” She said and moved her own piece

I was holding on to the hope that somehow I could convince the King to change his mind and let me choose who I wanted to be with. Maybe if I told him Kael and I had no plans of being the King and Queen of Absalom, he would just let the idea go. Besides, with five princes, what are the chances of us being crowned as ruler of Absalom? So, this Royal Game was obviously a waste of resources and time. I looked at Kael, wiping the wetness between my legs and making sure none of his cum was running down my thighs while I continued to hold the hem of my gown’s skirt.

She works her way as she’s decoding the title and pieces, shuffling every letter to find the answer to the puzzle that HE gave, as it rings back to her mind and echoes with the voice and words that goes like this. “Let’s just call it a game of ‘THE THREE KINGS’.” Perfectly setting the three throne in her mind and where she sits in the center looking at the center mirror as the other two from both sides is reflecting the hallowed face kings that sitting beside her, but only is reflected and existing through the mirror where all of them is figuring out who is the fake one. The game goes like this.

“If you know us, then you know we’re not going to play your game.” King’s expression didn’t change. “That’s the problem, isn’t it?” he murmured. “You think this is a game. You think you’re still playing on the same board as Cain, the Council, all the other small men who thought they were holding the leash.” Lena narrowed her eyes. “And you’re saying… what? That you’re the one holding it now?” King smiled. “No.” He took a slow step forward. “I’m saying I built the cage.”

The king and servants game was a popular game where whoever picked the king’s card gave orders to the one who picked the servant’s card. It was a game I usually hated, but that night, I decided to forget my perfect self. "Let's go," I said, dragging Rain’s hand and pulling him towards the rest. We all sat down on the ground, and Caden explained the rules of the game. Whoever refused to do the king’s bid would be the king’s servant for five days. After he listed out the rules, the game started, and the cards were placed on the ground. There were ten of us playing, and each of us picked a card. I sighed when I realized I was not the servant. I looked at Rain, who also shook his head, indicatin

He snapped open the deck like he’d done it a thousand times. “Blackjack?” “Blackjack? That’s an old‑people game,” Goselle said with a wicked grin. “We’re playing King’s Game.” Dwyn played dumb. “King’s Game?” He wasn’t totally clueless, but the curiosity in his voice sounded sincere. Goselle pulled out the King card, mischief flashing in her eyes. Even her pupils glimmered faintly red—wolf blood leaking when she got excited. She explained with a smile. “It’s basically truth or dare. Whoever draws the King can command other people.”

My kingdom. The game had changed, and I was all in—the watchful King in a chess match where power and control was the ultimate prize.